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[pratful]

[ He tried to make a private call to Merlin. It failed. Technology still escapes him sometimes. ]

Hey, do the clothes around here shrink or something? I'm definitely feeling a little bit of a pinch.

[ ever since Charlie's moved in, the food has gotten better and Arthur's been eating a heck of a lot more of it. Looks like the honeymoon phase is starting to wear off and they weren't even going out! ]

Comments

text:

[charring]

[or...there would be a text if...charlie could bring herself to say anything that didn't potentially suggest Arthur might have gained some weight.

Also, she really can't help but think "oh oops. my bad." so this also makes texting hard. She opts for skipping his question entirely.]

Arthur, have you seen the gym in the City? Also do you want to go jogging with me sometime?

text:

[pratful]

The gym? Why would I need to go to one of those? [ he still trains most days. Just not all day like he used to. ]

text:

[charring]

There's a wide variety of exercise equipment.

text:

[pratful]

I think I'm good, thanks.

text:

[charring]

Okay. Also. Sometimes clothes shrink in the wash?

[Charlie, you've gone past being too nice and are now bordering on doing Arthur a disservice. Work on that.]

text:

[pratful]

[ ... ]

You heard that then, huh? [ now he's starting ot get it. And he doesn't like it. ]

text:

[charring]

Yeah. Sorry. It might be my fault. Just a bit.

[infernoandhearth]

You're thinking about it the wrong way. No-one else has shrinking clothes, so it's not the curse of the day.

Which means you're getting bigger. Also not the curse of the day, so you've done it all by yourself.

[wetworking]

[Oh. It's that idiot man who thought women didn't have preferences.

Time to have "fun".]

Perhaps you've gotten fat.

[hexuality]

If clothes are shrinking, I swear I didn't do it.

This time.

[errandry]

—you didn't wash 'em, right?

[pratful]

Of course not.

That's Merlin's job. [ and really, why must everyone assume he's actually talking to them and not Merlin in the first place? He seriously needs to find himself an anti-network phone. ]

text:

[pratful]

your fault? how so? [ no pressure, Charlie. He's just hovering over his phone right now eagerly awaiting an answer ]

Re: text:

[charring]

Blame my cooking.

text:

[pratful]

[ enlightenment at last! ]

No, I am pretty sure it's just the clothes. [ some hopes die hard. What is weight gain? Meanwhile, he's already plotting stepping up his training regiment.

Just in case. ]

Re: text:

[charring]

Go shopping, then. Get yourself some more comfortable attire.

[errandry]

[ because you should have specified, Arthur. ]

Yeah, yeah. You still pay him over here?

[pratful]

[ well if he'd known it was being broadcasted to all and sundry he would have! ]

Pay him? For that? Don't be ridiculous. [ aka, Arthur doesn't make nearly enough to pay Merlin for anything anymore. ]

[errandry]

Not exactly a real job if he's just babysitting you for free!

text:

[pratful]

I fail to see the reason to do so when these are perfectly fine. They're just a bit tight is all.

[pratful]

I beg your pardon. [ he has no clue what this babysitting thing is, but from the sounds of it, he's not going to like it. ]

Re: text:

[charring]

Alright.

[Be prepared for meals that are better for you and still taste amazing, Arthur.]

[errandry]

I'm just saying! Or maybe it's not the clothes.

[pratful]

If it's not the clothes, what else would it be?

text:

[pratful]

[ oh, he'll be prepared all right! And hardly notice a lick of difference. Unless you feed him nothing but a salad. And then he might. ]