Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was just the ordinary set-up this morning: Arthur, a number of unfortunate practice dummies, a sword, and drills that were precise down to the obsessive. And Merlin, of course, although even Arthur couldn't manage to get his armor dirty every week.

He took a few more swings, focusing mainly on his footwork today.

[[ open, with the ocd of the mun's a massive dork ]]

Comments

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Don't you have practice to do?" Merlin asked, brushing imaginary lint off Arthur's shoulder.

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bitchprince]

"I do, as a matter of fact," he decided, but didn't move quite yet.

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Neither was Merlin. "Well?"

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bitchprince]

"Are you trying to rush me, Merlin?" he asked, reaching over to poke him in the ribs.

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I would never, sire," Merlin replied, squirming out of the way of that.

Re: Deal with Arthur

[bitchprince]

Arthur smirked. "As long as we're agreed on that," he said, magnanimously, and reached over in an attempt to poke him again.

What? The squirming was cute amusing.