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bigdamndestiny) wrote2010-04-10 09:21 am
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Room 325, Saturday Morning
Merlin didn't remember last year with the children. Well, he did, but he was trying very hard to repress it, so...
He didn't remember.
So, he clinging to Arthur not unlike some sort of aquatic creature. Because it was comfortable for him at least.
[For the guy and any spawn who show up]]
He didn't remember.
So, he clinging to Arthur not unlike some sort of aquatic creature. Because it was comfortable for him at least.
[For the guy and any spawn who show up]]
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Arthur, you didn't even have a beard yet.
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"...But we can manage sword practice," he said, finally.
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Dammit, Merlin.
"...and we can go riding," he muttered, "Although I have no idea who Hengroen is."
That would come with time, yes.
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Arthur looked... more than a little confused about it.
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Merlin was nefarious.
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Arthur squinted at him, but realised that finding fault with that conclusion would be finding fault with the flattery, and, well, he couldn't have that.
"Fine," he said, suspiciously, "Just don't think you're getting out of this, Merlin."