[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]