Room 407, Sunday Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin had a movie and a lion with him this afternoon. Now all he needed was a girlfriend.

...there was something of a joke in there, but he hadn't noticed yet.

"Arthur, please stay off my be--" It was really no use. "--d. You're worse like this, you know."

[[For the lion and giiiirl]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur didn't particularly seem to give a damn about Merlin's criticism. The bed was comfortable, and if the boy was going to insist on keeping him here, he might as well be comfortable.

Instead, he licked his paws in a way that could only be described as imperious.

Being a lion suited Arthur entirely too much.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He only had to remember just who fed him. And he hadn't kept him there against his will! The door was open!

Ish.

Open-ish.

"I should ask Claire for pictures of this, you know."

[bitchprince]

Arthur's only response was a look.

And a bit of a growl.

Any cameras would die, thank you.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Don't even start," Merlin said, wagging his finger at Arthur. As if he'd be afraid of that.

[bitchprince]

Arthur didn't hesitate to snap his jaws at Merlin's finger once. He might not be able to insult him right now, but he'd manage the physical equivalent.

He was a Prince, dammit.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He was a prince getting smacked on the nose! "Arthur! You'll have to explain to the clinic why you bit my finger off."

[bitchprince]

Arthur looked like he didn't give a fig.

Which he really didn't. He snarled conversationally, then went back to licking his paws.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rubbed his forehead. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? Instead of threatening to savage my hand?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur's happy little sideways flop was clearly a no.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'll dump you in the bloody tub if you ruin my bed," Merlin muttered, taking a wary seat on the corner of the bed. His bed.

[bitchprince]

If Merlin had ever wondered how a lion would look if it was trying to look innocent, he would have his answer now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"At least I wasn't a damned lump of fur," Merlin said, rolling his eyes at that. "I never took over your bed."

[bitchprince]

At least Arthur was comfortable, and no one could throw him in any cupboards. Had Merlin thought of that?

Not that Arthur made any of this clear. No, he was pushing out his back leg to land snuggly on Merlin's thigh, or at least trying to.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine sort of stood in the doorway carefully eying the lion on the bed. It wasn't that she didn't know. It wasn't even that there wasn't a lion in her room yesterday.

Just. You know. Lion. "Hi..."

[bitchprince]

Since Arthur was lacking most people's ideas of common decency at the moment, he felt no shame in roaring at Francine once from the bed. Where he picked a pillow up with his mouth, clearly threatening destruction or something.

He gave up on that a moment later and flopped his paws on it instead.

[thatsamilkshake]

Arthur ever had most people's ideas of common decency?

"Eep!" Francine shrank back against the doorframe.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ignore him, he's being a bit of an ass today," Merlin said, offering her a small grin.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, sat up, paced a tiny circle on Merlin's bed, and flopped down on it again.

He had more ideas of common decency when he was human. Well, some.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Ignore him. Right." Francine gave them both a dubious look. "I'll get right on that." She did however, come in and cautiously find a seat.

On Cal's bed, TYVM.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin shuffled his feet nervously, looking away from both lion and her. "I'll just put the movie in."

[bitchprince]

Arthur contemplated continuing to look squarely uninterested, but instead leveled his head, shot Francine an utterly unimpressed look, and then chose to look squarely uninterested in roughly Merlin's direction.

It worked for him.

[thatsamilkshake]

And again, does Arthur even have an impressed look?

"Which movie is it?" Francine asked. They hadn't exactly gotten much further than 'romantic comedy' last night before getting distracted by talk of food, dates, and lion poo again.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Err--" He looked at the DVD cover. "Something about losing a man in a few days."

[bitchprince]

Arthur had impressed looks. Three, in fact, which were reserved for three individual scenarios: sweet mercy, you just so killed that thing, that was so hot, oh hell, that's a damn lot of zombies and we're all about to die and, of course, my manservant just actually had a good idea and in return I'll drink poison for him, although that last one didn't come up much.

As none of those situations were currently in any danger of occurring, Arthur leaned his head a bit further down and snorted. Unimpressed, yes.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh, I know that one!" Francine nodded, relaxing enough to cross her knees and lean back against a pillow, after another careful glance at the Unimpressed Prince. "I haven't seen it, though."