4th Floor Men's Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Merlin was being a proper servant today and scrubbing Arthur's clothing in the sink. Because the cleaning machines weren't working and someone didn't trust them with his clothing.

This did not make for a terribly happy Merlin.

Although, at least that meant they both had clothing to wear this week...

[[OOC: Open like... a bathroom]]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben walked into the bathroom and paused. "What are you doing?" he asked.

No, Ben had never done laundry by hand in his life.

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Merlin turned his head to see who was speaking, shoving the damn trousers back into the soapy water. "Laundry," He said, as if wondering what else it would be.

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"By hand?" Ben smiled a little sheepishly. "I didn't know you could do that."

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Merlin glanced back down at the sink, tilting his head in confusion. "How did you do it without those machines?"

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"I haven't," Ben admitted, cheeks going pink. "Everything I own's pretty much the same color. And, um, outfit."

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Merlin's own wardrobe didn't really extend beyond the same few trousers and jacket and whatever shirt he found that was clean enough to not be mocked by Arthur about, so really he shouldn't judge that.

"It's not hard," He said, trying to be encouraging. "It's just a bit of soap and scrubbing."

[momslilassassin]

Ben tried not to look dubious. "I don't think anyone's down hand washing in millennia back home," he said. "We've had machines practically forever." He paused. "Of course, back home they don't go on strike, either."

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"Well, I have you beat," Merlin replied with a quick grin. "Back home they don't exist."

[momslilassassin]

"Wooooow," Ben said, looking shocked. "So you just...always do it this way?"

Ben was a little spoiled, yes.

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"Yes. Well, not me. There are people who do it at the castle," Merlin replied.

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"This castle?" Ben asked. "Because if you've figured out a way to get the gremlins to do laundry, I have to see it."

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"Oh!" Merlin shook his head, laughing. "No, no. Camelot. Back home, I mean. This isn't really like a castle at all here."

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"What's Camelot like, then?" Ben asked. "Not a lot of castles back home. Temple ruins, sure, but not really castles."

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"It's a lot like here on the outside," Merlin said, wringing out the shirt he had been working on and hoping it was actually clean this time. "But nothing like this." He waved a hand at the sinks and then the lights."

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"No electricity?" Ben guessed. "It really does make things easier when the machines don't go on strike, I promise."

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"I would, but his highness doesn't trust them," Merlin said, rolling his eyes.

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"His highness?" Ben repeated.

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"Prince Arthur." He held up a red shirt as if to illustrate who it was. "He's... you'd know him if you met him."

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"Fond of getting noticed?" Ben guessed, nodding towards the shirt's color. "I know some of those back home, yeah."

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"He is a prince," Merlin said wryly. "I'm Merlin, by the way." He went to offer a hand and thought better of it. "Soapy."

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"I can handle a little soap," Ben said with a smile, holding his own hand out. "I'm Ben. Welcome to Fandom."

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"Thanks. I think."

You never knew here.

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"The place has its moments," Ben admitted, "but it's generally harmless, from what I've seen. But I've only been here a few months myself, so I might not be the best source."

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"I think it'll just take some time to get used to--" He waved about the room again. "--all this. I just hope Arthur doesn't take it too badly again."

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"Again?" Ben leaned against a nearby sink. "He isn't adjusting well?"