Room 407, Friday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

Having promised to make up for the slanderous talk of Francine's cookies, Merlin had tried to set up something romantic for her and him up in his proper room.

It had... mixed results.

He had managed to get candle wax in his only mentioned in one post beard. And had been forced to shave it. He hoped that wouldn't make her upset.

Right now, all he managed in the way of romance was a few candles, a movie he was almost certain was not pornography and some burgers from that Mooby's place. He was getting good at this romance thing if he did say so himself!

[[For the giiiirlfriend]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Sorry sorry sorry!" Oh God, don't let them start that again. Francine reached up to her hair, wincing. "Sorry. Tangle. That's all. It pulled." She combed her fingers through and fixed the snarl.

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"Oh." Merlin winced and made a note not to touch the hair. He shifted on the bed, trying to make sure he still had a bit of blood flow in his legs. "Should I--?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, no, it's..." Awesome. Waaaaaay to break the mood, Francine. "It's okay. Just uh. Hazards of long hair."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," Merlin remarked with a small grin.

[thatsamilkshake]

She eyed him as if picturing it. Or as if wondering whether she could convince him to try it, like she sort of had the beard. "Hmmm..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You've got enough for us both," Merlin assured her, leaning in for a kiss that did not involve any hair pulling.

[thatsamilkshake]

"True enough." It was even more or less the same color.

Arthur, never ever tell them your Separated At Birth theory. Ever.

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It would end in flailing and a lot of brushing of teeth.

At least not unless someone mentioned the fact that Arthur and Katchoo were eerily similar.

"I like this," He informed her soundly. Resting his forehead against Francine's, Merlin was very careful about not moving too suddenly. No one wanted a broken nose here.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Me too," said Francine, putting one arm around him again, and not telling him he was cutting off the circulation in the other. On a scale of them to normal people, this was practically perfect.