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The Salle, Monday Morning
It ws morning, it was Monday, and Arthur was in the salle, going over the edge of his own sword to make sure it was still decent for actual combat. Sure, sharpening the thing wasn't strictly his job, but he liked to make sure just in case something showed up.
He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.
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He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.
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Well, Merlin was friendly enough to make up for Arthur. Hopefully.
"Hello!" Merlin called from his spot on a bench, polishing armor.
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Maybe if the island was covered in poppy fields or something?
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Which was soooo different from normal.
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He seemed to be saying it a lot.
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Since he was in the salle and all.
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He made a face at the word 'gun'.
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