.020 - video

[onceandfutureprat]

[The feed switches on and there's a slow sweep of Arthur's room. It's absolutely covered in toilet paper. His room is normally a mess when Merlin doesn't clean it every day but you can't even really see the mess under the paper. Arthur fumbles with the communicator for a moment before pointing it back at himself in all his nine year old glory.]

Whoever did this, I demand you turn yourself in. I'm the Prince of Camelot. You can't possibly expect to get away with it.

Reveal yourself or I'll tell my father about this. [How, when he's back in Camelot, it doesn't matter. Uther will be pissed and he's the King so he matters more than all of you idiots]


[ooc; Tags will be coming from tinyprat]

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[tinywitch]

I think they're frog legs. [She has no idea, she just wants to gross him out.] And salamander eyes.

[tinyprat]

[You're talking to a little boy, Morgana. This shit is cool :c]

You've got a better room then.

[tinywitch]

[YOU ARE THE WORST.]

You're disgusting. [And now she looks around uncertainly, tugging at the ends of her hair.]

I don't like it here. Where are you?

[tinyprat]

My room. [Duh, Morgana, duh.]

[tinywitch]

[SIGH]

Look outside, Prince Prat. Look at the hall!

[tinyprat]

[There's some mumbling but Arthur's crashing through the toilet paper, making a bigger mess so he can help you. He's quiet for a moment after entering the hall and then:] There's a sign that says eight.

[tinywitch]

[Good. :c] I'm coming to find you. [And she's trying to sound totally calm and cool but she's kinda creeped the fuck out okay. :c]

[tinyprat]

[Honestly, Arthur would freak if he woke up there too. But he's Acting Cool.]

I'll just wait for you here then.

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

[They're so good at Acting Cool. She doesn't bother replying, because hey - you're right there. That's weird. She hurries over to him, leaving her door open because wtf is that place.] There you are.

[Spam]

[tinyprat]

[Were you just, right down the hall like in Camelot? That's weird.]

You can stop worrying, Morgana. I'll protect you from some dead frogs.

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

[Very weird. She rolls her eyes at him and lifts her chin because she is totally Cooler than him.]

I don't need the likes of you to protect me.

[Spam]

[tinyprat]

Sure you don't. [He gives her a smug look. You totally need him.]

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

[EYE ROLLING.] You would have shrieked like a girl if you'd woken up there.

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[tinyprat]

I would not. I'm training to be a knight.

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[tinywitch]

But you're not one yet.

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[tinyprat]

[There's a secret fear that he'll never be one.]

And you're just silly girl.

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

[Well she doesn't know that so she is shoving him. B(] I am not.

[Spam]

[tinyprat]

[Well. Arthur got in trouble the one time he pushed Morgana back and he's still afraid of Uther's anger here. But Uther never said anything about pulling her hair. And that's exactly what Arthur does.]

Yes. You are.

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[tinywitch]

Ow! [Well that hurts and you, Arthur, are awful. She's rubbing at her head and eying him like she might shove him again.]

Then you spend the night there, if you're so big and strong and brave!

[Spam]

[tinyprat]

I'm the Prince of Camelot, Morgana. You can't expect me to sleep in such filth.

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

And I'm the king's ward. I won't sleep in it either!

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[tinyprat]

Then sleep in my room.

[Spam]

[tinywitch]

[she sniffs at that, glancing toward his room.]

But it's filthy.