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[onceandfutureprat]

[Spam for Merlin]

[The last Arthur remembered, he went to sleep in his room. The king pushed himself up on his elbows, scanning his surroundings. That was definitely not where he was now. For one thing, the bed he was on was... completely horrible and he only knew of one person that slept in this tiny, messy room. And that was--]

Merlin!



[Later; filtered to friends; one nice conversation rule applies]

I understand I... slept through a port. How are you doing?

[Private to Arya]

What did you do for the last week?

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Spam

[onceandfutureprat]

Well. [Arthur's not exactly upset to have missed that, but he hates the idea that there's some magic at work here, either by the ship or the Admiral himself that just causes people to be unconscious for days and there's nothing they can do about it.

It shows on his face as he alternates between scowling and then trying to hide it and then back to uncomfortable.]

Was anyone hurt?

Spam /ninja kitchen tags

[takeyouapart]

[He nods, looking melancholy.] A lot of people. Hurt, or killed. This is the first time I've come away from the Infirmary since it ended yesterday.

Spam oho i feel so special

[onceandfutureprat]

[He hates this part too, the dangerous ports they end up in, that they're always powerless to stop. He turns his head to look away and winces a half second later because of the horrible crick in his neck.]

I'll leave. [Because he's really not going to insist on keeping Merlin's horrible bed to himself.]

Spam

[takeyouapart]

[He smiles weakly.]

I doubt your pampered backside could handle another day in an ordinary bed anyway.

[But then his expression levels, and the look he gives Arthur is decidedly grateful.]

Thank you.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur rolls his eyes as he gets up.] I've slept against trees that are more comfortable than that thing you call a bed, Merlin.

[He nods as he stretches, acknowledging his servant's thanks with that.]