[ First, there’s only darkness and the sound of something moving. Or perhaps tripping, more like, if the hushed yelp is anything to go by. Then, the curtains over a window is drawn apart and light streams into the room, revealing Merlin over by the wall and a sleeping Arthur closer to the screen.

And Merlin claps his hands as he heads towards the bed, grinning. ]

Rise and shine, sire! There’s breakfast in the kitchen, and you don’t want to be late for work this early on, do you? Have to make a good impression. Come on!

[ Arthur growls and rolls over, sticking his head in a pillow and mumbling ] Merlin! Can’t you see I’m sleeping? [ ugh, too early in the morning. Especially since the last few months here have made him slack even more then usual. A body could get used to sleeping in if you let it. ]

[ With a snort, Merlin rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. ]

Yes, I can see that, which would be the problem. You’re not supposed to be sleeping anymore.

Who says I can’t? I don’t have to be anywhere until... [ Arthur raises his head just enough to peer at the clock on the bedside. ] What does that say? [ it couldn’t be that late, could it? ]

Eight in the morning. You are so lucky to have me.

[ Grinning again, Merlin leans over, grabs a hold of Arthur and starts dragging him. Because he can. ]

I should have just forced you to get up every morning before I left; you’ve gotten spoiled.

[ djkl;as clinging to that bed cover! ] You’ll do nothing of the sort! I’m perfectly capable of waking up on...

my...

[ thump, there goes Arthur rolling off the bed. Ouch! ]

…

All right. You’ve convinced me. I’m up. [ barely ]

[ Merlin chuckles and straightens up, dusting his hands off as he swiftly moves to grab a shirt, and holds it out for Arthur to take. ]

Perfectly capable, of course.

[ Arthur looks at that shirt with feigned distaste. ] Not that one, the blue one. [ He shakes his head and ducks behind a screen, still talking. ] And while you’re at it, check for messages. [ since Arthur, truly, still has issues accessing them from his phone. Despite the lessons he’s been taking. ]

[ All Merlin does is shrug and put the shirt away on the bed before he grabs the blue one, tossing it onto the screen. Then, he makes a noise of recognition as he heads over to the phone, picks it up and... blinks.

Oh.

He grins, briefly raises his eyebrows as he whispers into it: ]

The future King of Camelot, everyone.

[ Whirling around with a snicker, he turns it off. ]

((ooc: Red = Arthur, Normal text = Merlin. Threadjacks more then likely from both parties. Have at! and then parsnip falls into bed to sleep))

You know, I'm just going to end up adopting three pets or something, and call them Nick, Alan and Jamie.

Nick'll have to be dog. A small, fierce black puppy that pees everywhere and barks a lot and keeps me up at night. Jamie'll be an equally small puppy, except he'll be adorable and loyal and so exciteable and he will always want to cuddle. Alternately, he could be a koala. And if I could get away with it, I'd get an owl and call him Alan.

All I know is that they won't be cats, because I'm not going to perpetuate that tradition. Just - pets.

And at least they wouldn't leave. Seeing how I'm not.

[Michael can be seen on the floor of a room he uses at Raphael's place. Today he's just in a pair of really short shorts and a pair of thigh high boots. That's it.

He sort of...nudges the device with his foot once it's on.]

Hey, Raphael. I'm gonna redecorate this room sometime. It's kinda boring.

[He doesn't care that everyone else heard that too.]

You should do the same with the rest of the house too.