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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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine would just be... PILLOW? WHERE THE HELL WAS THE PILLOW? IT WASN'T LIKE MERLIN WAS SITTING ON IT ANYMORE.

Staring. Yes. That.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin fell forward onto his hands and knees in a huff. In front of Arthur. Rather like the man on screen, but he wasn't paying any mind to that right now.

How on earth could this get worse?

[bitchprince]

Well, Arthur was quickly running out of dignity in front of Francine of all people, so as to the question of the pillow, the pillow would now be firmly over his crotch.

How he managed to look proud and imperious when he was buck naked but for a pillow was... well, probably one of life's great secrets. "Terrific," he said, eying... Merlin's arse. Oh, for the love of God. "Get up."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You pushed me!" Merlin stood up, not even bothering to react to the nudity. Oh please, he dressed and undressed the man every day. This was hardly a problem.

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, good for him! Francine didn't.

"I...I... um..."

[bitchprince]

"You are by far the clumsiest fool I have ever--"

It wasn't Francine's stuttering that interrupted him. It was the teevee.

Which appeared to be moaning. Arthur's head turned slowly to face it. Very slowly.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin followed his gaze there and then back to Francine. And then rushed to shut the bloody thing off. A look over at his bed yanked the blanket over Arthur's shoulder.

[thatsamilkshake]

Of course, Francine would have to follow Arthur's gaze to the tv. "Oh my G-aaaaaah. Wait. That's what Ratman and Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly were doing in that story?"

[bitchprince]

"...Not badly executed," Arthur voiced. He was going to blame utter confusion for it.

Then he shook his head to clear it, deciding not to question where the blanket came from. "Merlin. Stop standing around and get me some clothes."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And the telly was finally off!

Thank god.

"Right!" He looked at Francine. "...three good dates?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine stared at him for a moment, before glancing back and forth between the tv and Arthur and the door, flail building up, and up... and just enough steam to turn into....fume.

"...Excuse me, I NEED TO GO KILL CHUCK BASS."

[bitchprince]

All right, Arthur wouldn't lie, that was sort of attractive.

He shook that off as well. "Try to remain civil about it," he offered, because apparently the first brain cells that booted in his mind after righteous indignation were the few, buried ones that dealt with diplomacy.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Right. If it had been him...

"Sorry!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"NOT YOUR FAULT." Francine was already heading out the door, but it's entirely possible that the muttered sounds of "...show him [Does Merlin even know words like that?]-frassin' civil [thankfully unintelligible]" could still be heard.

[bitchprince]

Arthur's mind may have even categorized and filed them for later use.

Give him a few moments to cease staring after her.

And another few to remember-- "Merlin. Clothes."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just shot him a look. Could he ever have a normal date? "Right." He went digging in his cupboard for something that might fit him.

[bitchprince]

"Didn't I tell you to keep some clothes around at all times?" Arthur asked him. He was feeling oddly mellow for all that. Perhaps Francine had channeled his own rage as well. "She's spirited, isn't she?" Pause. "And loud."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I hadn't expected it to happen here," Merlin shot back, holding up a pair of trousers.

[bitchprince]

"That's a lesson for next time," Arthur returned. ...Because there'd be a next time, Arthur. He shook his head as that bit impacted on his brain. "There's not-- oh, whatever." Wait. Trousers. He stared at them. "...I continue to baffle at what you consider proper attire, Merlin."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'm not loaning you... that"

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I can wait here," he said, patiently, "While you fetch me something from my room that doesn't look like you stole it from a pile of mule dung."

Arthur? Vain? Never.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin shoved it at him, gritting his teeth. Those were his best pair. "You can change out of it once we get to your room."

[bitchprince]

They were also, in all likelihood, far too small for him.

There was a spot more of eyerolling as he took the trousers but made little effort to squeeze into them just yet. "I clearly need to pay you more," he muttered, eying them.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just hummed like he believed that. Really.

He offered a shirt next.

[bitchprince]

Honestly. Did Merlin hunt the ends of the Earth to find the most unflattering clothes he could, or what? "I'll stick with the blanket," he said, dryly, and sat up enough to make some attempt to yank on the trousers.

Which were, again, not entirely the right size.