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Room 303, Saturday Morning
May. 30th, 2009 09:22 amYesterday had been a long, long day. Arthur hadn't realised about his bruises until Merlin had taken off his armor that evening and taken out the ointment, the one that smelled like dung and peppermint ("Why the peppermint," Arthur had asked. "Gaius said it helped people ignore the stench," Merlin had said. "Oh," Arthur had replied.) and dealt with them as best as they could.
Unlike what some may have implied, Arthur was not stupid enough to get up out of bed and strain himself early when he felt like a beaten-up bag of potatoes (bloody goldfish. Bloody alligator, before Merlin had blown it to pieces) so when he woke up sluggishly in the morning, he chose not to make that much of a fuss about actually getting up.
He could deal with that once Merlin showed up.
[[ post is open to all, door is ICly closed until after Merlin shows up, so if you want to visit, mention if it's before or after omg ]]
Unlike what some may have implied, Arthur was not stupid enough to get up out of bed and strain himself early when he felt like a beaten-up bag of potatoes (bloody goldfish. Bloody alligator, before Merlin had blown it to pieces) so when he woke up sluggishly in the morning, he chose not to make that much of a fuss about actually getting up.
He could deal with that once Merlin showed up.
[[ post is open to all, door is ICly closed until after Merlin shows up, so if you want to visit, mention if it's before or after omg ]]
