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Room 407, Wee Hours of Tuesday Morning
Dec. 22nd, 2009 12:03 amSo, Merlin was still more than a bit drunk. And he was being manhandled into his room by one Prince of Camelot.
Really now. This was all so very unnecessary.
Merlin giggled, going over and flopping on his bed. Somehow he was lucky that Owain was sleeping. Or just not hissing at him for another mouse. He ate a lot.
"The owl eats a lot."
...thank you, Merlin.
[[For that guy]]
Really now. This was all so very unnecessary.
Merlin giggled, going over and flopping on his bed. Somehow he was lucky that Owain was sleeping. Or just not hissing at him for another mouse. He ate a lot.
"The owl eats a lot."
...thank you, Merlin.
[[For that guy]]
