Burns Too Bright, Lives Too Fast

Arthur awoke to a fuzziness of the mind and an overabundance of body heat. He was attempting to decipher several things all at once, but gave up once he realised it was entirely impossible to do so. He endeavoured to accept them at a more leisurely pace instead.

First of all, it occurred to him he'd woken up with someone. He'd have to kick them out of bed once he found the stomach to open his eyes. When he did open his eyes, he realised it was not his bed, so he imagined Leto would try to kick him out in a bit. He'd burn that bridge when he got to it.

Second of all, it occurred to him that Leto slept a lot like those blasted sea creatures Yzma seemed to be so fond of. To be fair, he wasn't protesting, but he dearly hoped Leto would be far less clingy once he'd woken up. There was a line, after all.

Third of all, he realised he'd have to get Merlin to clean up the pie stain on the wall. Sweet mercy, Leto had the worst drunken aim in the history of drunken aiming.

And finally, his head was pounding. Ow. Bloody hell, what was in that ale?

[[ for two at first, but certainly open if you want to see Arthur afterwards for whatever reason ]]