A Hotel Room at the Arms Hotel, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur was snoring.

Quite heavily, in fact.

Because he was quite comfortable, despite the fact he'd just had some very strange dreams overnight. At least, he'd probably choose to believe they were dreams, were he to wake up.

Which he wasn't; he was draped in an octopus of a wizard, and he was snoring.

Loudly.

[[ for a wizard. ]]

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[bigdamndestiny]

At the peak of one of the snores, Merlin woke up. And normally would shove Arthur until he stopped.

But today he was going to crane his neck to check on this odd idea of Arthur going grey. "Arthur," he hissed, giving him a poke in the arm.

[bitch_prince]

"Oi," Arthur muttered, sleepily, taking a swipe at him with one hand.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Did we miss something?" GREY.

[bitch_prince]

"Two minutes I could be sleeping," Arthur said, groggily, squinting open one eye at him.