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Room 303, Sunday Morning
Arthur did not awake to the feeling of having slept particularly well. His head wasn't pounding, which was a good sign, but his brain felt like it still wanted to seep out of his head into something nice and unconscious of the sweetest kind.
He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.
Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.
Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.
"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."
Arthur was going to murder the world.
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He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.
Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.
Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.
"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."
Arthur was going to murder the world.
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He managed to be quiet for all of five minutes before he had to ask, "How'd you hurt your arm?"
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"The castle was under siege by monsters, risen from the grave," Arthur told him. He was still trying not to think about this whole venture (and failing miserably). "One of them crushed my arm against the wall. It'll heal."
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Five minutes later, very softly, but still in tune:
...and they killed the undead
and got hit in the head
and everyone said
Pendragon lead
and now it's
time for bed!
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As Gawain started talking, Leto sat up, throwing a look towards his bed.
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Getting up to irritate him. Or something. Hunith, especially, got a wary sort of glance.
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Hunith tried to hold back a giggle.
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"Oh, he's still here, then," Gawain contributed, making a face at the guy.
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"Slow down!"
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"Father!"
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Oh, wait. "...Arawn."
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"Father!" Arawn repeated, and promptly attached to his leg.
This led to more looking. "Have you fed him?"
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Unless he did the picking up. He hoped he would!
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He did not want the girl to freak out Arthur by doing magic.
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