onceandfutureprat

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[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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Is she... alright? [What crazy pills did you take?]

[How can you ask that after so long on the Barge B(]

Yes. It moved, but it was just a bush. We shredded it.

The other bushes didn't like it, a girl thinks.

[The real question is how can he ask that after living in Camelot his whole life.]

I can't imagine why.

[Srsly bro]

Did you sleep through all of it?

I did.

Maybe a man was lucky.

[Are you admitting that something got to you?]

Maybe.

Come on, my arms are stiff. You can help me get back intp shape.

[Absolutely not. B(]

Beating an out of shape man's no fun. [She is totally on her way to the gym.]

[Yes, you are. You're human under all that.]

Neither is beating a little girl. [You're being treated to the kind of teasing he deals to Merlin. Enjoy that.]

[But she's cooler than Merlin, right. B(]

A girl may be little, but she's not easy to beat!

[Everyone is cooler than Merlin]

We remember things very differently.

A man has a poor memory.

I remember that you haven't been able to beat me yet.

A girl could.

[Well he's in the gym, where are you at.]

Come prove it then.

[About to walk in so there B(]

A man isn't allowed to whine when he's beat.

[Arthur adjusts his grip on his sword when she comes in, and smirks at her.]

The same goes for you.

A girl doesn't whine. [But she is going to get her sword, swinging it in the air to loosen her arm.]

How many knights has a man trained?

Dozens. [Arthur waits for a moment before aiming a strike at her side.] I've been in command of the knights for years.

[She skips to the side just in time, swinging her sword around sloppily to knock his away. And her glare said she wasn't ready, you stupid, but she says nothing because she doesn't whine.]

How many died?

[Are you ever really just standing around, waiting for an attack? No. Arthur ignores that look and aims another swipe at her.]

Too many.

[Whatever it's still cheating. This time she brings her sword up to block it, pushing her weight behind so she can take a swing at him.]

Did a man give bad orders?

[Arthur parries and takes the time to think of an appropriate answer.]

Camelot has many enemies. Dangerous ones. And my knights are willing to sacrifice themselves to keep it safe.

That's good. [Maybe if Robb had more knights like that, he'd be alive. But she doesn't let herself think on that long. She thrusts at his middle.]

A girl didn't like the port.

[Ngl, it you had enjoyed it, Arthur would be both concerned and convinced you were totally mental. As it is, he's hovering somewhere around the 'mental but also traumatized' line.]

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. [He twists and knocks her blade aside.]

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