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[pratful]

[ a strange text appears across Arthur's screen, scrolling with interminable slowness through the words. ]

Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye!

The Royal Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot wishes the following to be known.




He is lonely.

[ and then the feed mysteriously clicks off only to be replaced with a vision of Arthur taping photocopied posters of the same message to a certain lamp post, unaware of the shaky recording as his phone starts to work it's way out of his upper pocket.

Perhaps the phone felt sorry for the lamp post, under appreciated that it is, perhaps it's the lamppost feeling sorry for Arthur. Either way, Arthur certainly had not planned to get caught quite like this! ]

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[livingmyths]

Arthur?

Can I help?

[Rain doesn't want him to be lonely. She's been lonely way too much to wish that on anyone. Especially not on someone she likes so much.]

[pratful]

[ he freezes and then looks down and then he quickly swipes that flier off the lamppost and behind his back. ]

Help? Help with what? [ she saw nothing! ]

[livingmyths]

You're... putting up posters.

Did you need help?

[That would also help him with his feeling lonely, too, right?]

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[sixwinged]

Do you want company?

video;

[pratful]

[ geh! how many people say this? not to mention his name is plastered all across those fliers ]

I'd like my servant back. [ he's pouting but he's also not exactly saying no, either. ]

video;

[sixwinged]

..do you like ice cream?

[ obviously this solves everything. ]

[signatures]

I'm sure you can find some way to cure that.

[pratful]

Of course I can. I am capable of that much at the least. [ Which begs the question of why he hasn't yet. ]

[signatures]

Are you?

Some people aren't sure why they feel so lonely.

[charring]

What are you doing?

[She's only slightly certain this has to do with her.]

[pratful]

[ he rolls his eyes. He should have known she'd be the one to pick up on the message. ]

Nothing. Absolutely, nothing that is of concern to you. [ since he's been well and truly caught, there's no sense in stopping his curse laden crusade. He'll just keep on taping up this fliers as he talks. Y e p. ]

[charring]

[dealwithit.gif, Arthur. You're important to Merlin and therefor important to Charlie. And she's concerned. So there.]

Do you want some help?

[Yeah, now she knows full well it has to do with her, just by how he reacted.]

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[...

Wow.

W o w.

It's. One thing to suspect it. Another entirely to see it. It really wasn't just imagination, then? Welp.]

Arthur...



What are you doing?

[Video]

[pratful]

[ and the random call to go drinking wasn't enough? Merlin, you are truly not the brightest. ]

I'm not doing anything. [ or so he claims even as he pastes up another flier. He's found the perfect rhythm for this kind of thing. It's actually rather soothing. ]

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Arthur isn't the easiest to read all the time. Just a lot of the time. Okay.]

Right...

Where are you?

voice;

[minigolfandsushi]

Boo fucking hoo.

voice;

[pratful]

[ affronted ]

I beg your pardon.

voice;

[minigolfandsushi]

You're lonely? Cry me a fucking river. See this?

[oh, wait, it's voice. he flips the video feed on]

[video]

[he rubs his fingers together]

This is the world's tiniest violin.

Video

[mightbeconcussed]

Okay it is not okay for someone as pretty as you to be lonely. Where are you?

Video

[pratful]

[ pretty? Not manly or powerful or charming? ]

That's very kind of you, but... [ wait, this man wishes to know where he is? Arthur peers around him for a moment before responding. ] I'm near the fountain, just one street over. You're... seriously going to come here?

[ He didn't think anything would come of these fliers. It was just something as needed to be said. ]

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[mightbeconcussed]

Hello? Yes. I don't really have anything better to do. I'll be there in a minute. Want some coffee while I'm at it?

Private

[worldofourown]

Why not seek solace in the arms of the lamppost?

...Assuming lampposts have arms.

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[pratful]

... Maybe that's because it's a lamp post? [ don't tell Arthur he's going to bring that up again. ]

[awildhulkling]

Do you want to hang out?

[ You don't know him, okay? But if you're going to towncry about how lonely you are, Teddy has to do something or his conscience will eat him. ]

[pratful]

[ it's all right, Teddy. Arthur's conscience will at him on the morrow, never fear. ]

Hang out?

[ he blinks ] I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that term. [ Arthur's suspecting he should study up on colloquial terms. So many are being thrown at him today. ]