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The Salle, Monday Morning

~~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 ]]

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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?"

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

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

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

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

"A scarf, maybe?"

"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.

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

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?"

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

"They're a crime against clothing."

...And a bit cute.

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

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

"Maybe you just have selective hearing."

Oh, sod it, he was following the thread of teasing on this one right down till the end.

"Maybe you have no taste in clothing," Merlin countered.

"I," Arthur told him, "Am exceptionally well-dressed. Ask anyone."

Well, he was. In a sort of male model, 'go on, stare at my chest' fashion.

"And who picks your clothing out?"

Which would explain the 'stare at my chest' part of the equation.

"You didn't buy... most of it." 'Most of' being key.

No, that was Merlin working with what he was given. The tight trousers, on the other hand...

"I have been lately."

"Only after they were approved by me."

So that would explain the trousers showing up in his wardrobe lately. ... Not that he didn't already tend towards leather.

"Of course," Merlin replied dryly. "I'm sure."

"I'm glad we agree."

"Perhaps I ought to start dressing like you then."

"Please," Arthur scoffed, "You could never pull it off. Look at you. You're scrawny."

Which he actually liked on the days it didn't make him wonder if Merlin had ever even eaten as a child.

"I have those... trousers you made me get! They're about as tight as your leathers," Merlin replied.

Yes, which had been on purpose and a stellar stroke of good thinking on Arthur's part. "I was talking about the shirts," he said. He did not say 'you can pull off the trousers', but he didn't say he couldn't, either.

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