Merlin (
bigdamndestiny) wrote2009-01-30 10:33 am
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Room 407, Friday Afternoon
After the list of chores that comes from the morning after Arthur's broadcast and then class, Merlin was just settling in to have a spot of private time to read his book. Anything about drinking blood and red eyes would be good to find out more on.
No such luck so far. But he wasn't giving up hope!
[[Closed door, open post]]
No such luck so far. But he wasn't giving up hope!
[[Closed door, open post]]
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"Don't sit there gawking at me, Merlin," he said, "I'm trying to be..." He seemed to have real trouble finding the word.
Or fake trouble. "'Interested'."
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"I'm doing perfectly fine, Arthur." There was a pause when it dawned on him. "How are you?"
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What Arthur was wanting to say was I feel like I'm bloody useless, but, well.
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His memory was horrible sometimes.
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Like sit in his room and brood.
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"Sometimes," he said, "You manage to shock me by coming up with a decent idea."
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