The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Unlike his tired mun Arthur was fresh and early back in the salle. Now that the weather had died down, he had a lot of exercise to catch up on. And he was devoted to getting that done right.

... Pity those poor training dummies.

Pity them greatly.

[[ open, but SP for the next hour as I head on home ]]

Comments

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...It's in a mug."

[bitchprince]

"It's you," Arthur retorted, squinting at him. "I'd ask where you were, but I'm acquainted with your idea of punctuality by now."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Owain needed to be fed!" And snuggled. Hence the scratches on Merlin's neck.

[bitchprince]

"Did you try to snuggle the vicious hunting bird again?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...no."

[bitchprince]

"I really wonder," Arthur said, idly, "How you manage to survive."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"He's getting better!" No, Merlin. He wasn't.

[bitchprince]

"Has he by any chance become less of a vicious bird of prey?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin sighed. "No. But he's recognizing me at least!"

[bitchprince]

"Recognizing you enough to scratch your neck off," Arthur observed, sounding a bit more amused than was probably proper. "You're going to get battle scars off that one."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's just... a slow process."

[bitchprince]

"Well, it'll take him at least... a few months? To kill you at this rate, this is true."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rolled his eyes at him, pulling out his phone. "He's not as bad as you say."

[bitchprince]

Arthur made his way down to the bench and flopped down. "Maybe if you stopped trying to cuddle with him, you big girl. You don't stuff a rabid cat down your shirt either, do you?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course not!" He kept that in the barn.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, leaned back, and gave Merlin's collar a slight tug so he could take a peek at the scratches.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think I need a leather shirt," Merlin replied, sighing as he let Arthur do as he pleased.

[bitchprince]

"I think you need a leather neck," Arthur said, poking very lightly at the scratches once before letting go.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"A scarf, maybe?"

[bitchprince]

"Like you don't have enough of those." How many of them had wound up in Oslo? He let go of Merlin's collar, giving him a manly shove in the shoulder to finish it up.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Only a few now," Merlin countered, shoving him back.

[bitchprince]

Which... didn't leave nearly as much of a dent as his shove probably had, but Arthur grinned anyway. "Why pick it up again if we've almost weaned you off them?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin eyed him. "And what do you have against my scarves?"

[bitchprince]

"They're a crime against clothing."

...And a bit cute.

...He did not just think that. He needed to go beat something up now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

They were totally cute. "No one ever complained before!"