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]

"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.