Room 407, Monday Night
Aug. 4th, 2009 06:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceYou'd think he'd know better by now. Arthur had spent the day being a total bitch coping in a way that didn't involve standing in corners brooding like some kind of fool, and then he'd managed to throw his own roommate out of the room in a fashion that actually seemed to work. And yet he'd failed to feel appropriately triumphant.
There was something horribly wrong here. So naturally, by nightfall, the patter of his feet had brought him to Merlin's door - stupid, really - which he could go for knocking on right about now.
If Arthur had been anyone else, he might have lingered before said knock, but since he wasn't, he figured he might as well get it over with. So he knocked, and rubbed the side of his head, and leaned gently in the direction of the doorframe, in case he needed something to lean against once the door opened.
If Merlin remembered how to do that, anyway.
[[ yep, for the ears ]]
There was something horribly wrong here. So naturally, by nightfall, the patter of his feet had brought him to Merlin's door - stupid, really - which he could go for knocking on right about now.
If Arthur had been anyone else, he might have lingered before said knock, but since he wasn't, he figured he might as well get it over with. So he knocked, and rubbed the side of his head, and leaned gently in the direction of the doorframe, in case he needed something to lean against once the door opened.
If Merlin remembered how to do that, anyway.
[[ yep, for the ears ]]
