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Merlin had slept the sleep of one so cruelly torn from the arms of his beloved Karla. And was busy giving Arthur the cold shoulder all day long. Because he didn't understand Merlin's love for ~~breasts~~ Karla. Sweet, sweet Karla...

Arthur, meanwhile, had slept the sleep of one who had been stuck playing prison guard to an idiot all day, which was to say he was doing a lot of not sleeping in the bed on the other end of the room. Listen, if Merlin remembered about his magical powers and tried to remove the door, Arthur would be quite put out.

So, all in all, it was an interesting day.

~~...and Merlin might end up with a thing about being tied up at this rate.~~

Arthur glared at the figure on the other end of the room until he could make sure he was still asleep or something. Except that glaring would imply he made an effort, which he... didn't. No.

And so the standoff continued.

[[ establishy; co-written with

bigdamndestiny ]]

Arthur woke up groggily, and strangely chilled, like there was some important element of heat missing from his bed. That was odd. What could be missing? He distinctly remembered going to bed with Merlin last ni--

His eyes flew open, blinking at the empty half of the bed. Right. Had he suffered a rare fit of action and devoted himself to getting breakfast? That would be a novelty. He skimmed the room with his eyes, but didn't find him. All right then. He turned over onto his back, making better use of the rest of the bed. And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

When even calling him didn't get a response, Arthur was forced to move, kicking his blankets away. Right. He yanked on some clothes. Where would his useless manservant be now?

Sicne it was Merlin, Arthur started by looking under the bed.

[[ mostly establishy, but door is closed and post can be open if you really wanna ]]