Room 303, Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

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.

[[ door closed, post open! ]]

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[bitchprince]

She might be surprised. Or not.

"The third is--" Er. Merlin's.

Arthur had the decency to look just a little awkward. "Completely impossible."

[future_sandworm]

Leto shot a quick glance at Hunith. "Impossible?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur followed his gaze. Rather... pointedly. "Yes."

[future_sandworm]

Leto shrugged. "And clearly embarrassing, as you won't tell me," he smirked.

[bitchprince]

"Please," he said, "I don't let a child embarrass me."

And he wasn't embarrassed. Per se. That was the confusing part.

[future_sandworm]

"Clearly not," Leto replied with a chuckle.

[bitchprince]

Arthur would take a page from Leto's book and ignore that. "Here's to hoping they'll be home come Monday."

[future_sandworm]

"I have to say I do enjoy their company," Leto admitted, looking at the children. "But they will need to return to their homes."