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[ Merlin hadn't really expected to ever be running inane errands for Arthur again (for more reason than one), but he took to it with thrilled enthusiasm at the start. It was familiar, and it was simple, and-
Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.
He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]
- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.
[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]
King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.
[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]
( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )
Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.
He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]
- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.
[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]
King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.
[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]
( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )
MERLIN FINE THEN
No but they do have a certain level of courtesy and respect they are used to with their station. And that should be given to them. [He knows what lines to cross, calling someone a fraud just because they insulted you is one of them.
And now he's just sighing.]
It's not terribly difficult to do so. From what I can tell she can't call herself queen [This just confirmed that...] and she blamed me for it. This doesn't mean we can insult her as we like.
[Just unintentionally.]
now i kind of miss it
You're right.
[ And then he's quiet, considering that last bit. It's a strange thing, for her not to be able to call herself queen. Is it really that important to her? ]
Is that her loss? [ Still trying to get a handle on how they work. He's starting to have some suspicions about what his might be, unfortunately. He hopes he's wrong. ]