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 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.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Not everyone has their clothing made specifically for them," Merlin informed him dryly. Tea. Lovely tea.

[bitchprince]

"You could still do better," Arthur informed him, imperiously. Having pulled the trousers up to... something manageable, he got up.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rubbed his forehead. "I'll work on that."

[bitchprince]

"Let's get some proper clothes, Merlin," Arthur muttered, already on his way to the door.