Room 325, Saturday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

Having woken up in a strange land with strange man, Merlin was forced to make due as best he could in escaping. This... somehow meant he was in a small, dark room filled with clothing.

And there was a sword in here, so he had that going for him.

Which was nice.

Now, to wait for this mysterious, yet somehow familiar stranger to lead him to freedom.

[[For that country. And yes, yes Merlin is from that horrible King Arthur movie with Clive Owen.]]

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[bitchprince]

Said mysterious, yet somehow familiar stranger did not look much different from the boy who had fallen asleep here late last night. If you paid close attention, his eyebrows might have been slightly bushier, his eyes a slightly greener shade, but they were mostly cosmetic changes.

He would even answer to the same first name.

Indeed, England even managed the cranky, glaring at his closet. "Why are you in my house, you disgusting old man?!"

There were hairs in his bed. This was unacceptable.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"This is your house?" Merlin asked, barely understandable from either the muttering or the Welsh accent.

[bitchprince]

Now that sounded a lot like... "Wales? SPEAK UP."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"What?" Clearly this fellow was a madman. "Who is this Wales?"

[bitchprince]

"I thought I told you to speak up!"

This was too much excitement for the morning. He needed tea.

"Why are you in my closet?!"

Nevermind that he didn't actually recognize the room.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Is it your closet?" Merlin asked. Mysteriously.

The man wasn't spouting random philosophical shite, so this couldn't be the man he was looking for. Nor was he gay enough.

[bitchprince]

That was debatable. "Don't make me come in there!"

England still didn't understand a single word he was saying.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin had a sword, thank you. A rather nice one. He was hardly afraid of a boy.

"Ye best be on your way," Merlin informed him.

[bitchprince]

England wasn't impressed. In fact, England was opening up that closet fairly quickly. "I have better things to do with my time than to deal with incomprehensible idiots like you."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ye hear, but ye don't listen."

Ah, cryptic rambling. It always worked well.

[bitchprince]

"I don't care."

England didn't even care that he was technically standing here in his birthday suit. (He wasn't awake enough yet to notice).

"GET OUT!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, at least Merlin had the decency to steal some of the very fine furs in this closet so he wasn't starkers.

"Ye don't frighten me, boy!"

[bitchprince]

At least now he could kind of make out what the man was saying?

... Okay, maybe that wasn't a good thing. "I SHOULD!" he thundered. "NOW GET OUT OF MY CLOSET, YOU SMELLY, SHEDDING OLD SHEEPDOG!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin waved the sword out at the naked lunatic of a boy, glaring at him as he pushed out of the closet.

...also oddly familiar.

[bitchprince]

England's glare went beyond such flimsy things as swords. "How archaic," he sneered. "Now get out of this room! You can pay for my dry cleaning!"

All of those sheets had to be disinfected.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Darting out of the strange and disturbing place, Merlin was going to find somewhere that made sense. Where there could be random snow and fog as the storyline dictates.

Where there were deer that listened to his ramblings.

[bitchprince]

"Hmph."

A beat.

"Why didn't anyone tell me I was naked?!"

He was going to need so much tea.