[LOG] We are gonna be friends.

[lordpratdragon]

Arthur had seen this movie too many times. It was almost embarrassing--no. It was actually embarrassing. But he had been flipping through the channels, and Titanic was on, and he decided to grab a beer and make himself comfortable. Morgana did not need to know that he was watching it again, didn't have to make fun of him for liking a romantic

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[tiercelet]

The suitemate Arthur had thought so fondly of was sprawled on his bed, eyes closed and still surrounded by various belongings that needed to be sorted. Who knew he had packed so many things from his home? Merlin frowned at the piles of clothing, the stacks of books, and wondered briefly if his mother had added a few things to his suitcases without his knowing. He wouldn't put it past her, worried as she was that her son would not survive even Fresher week.

At the sound of the knock, Merlin rolled off his bed, stepped carefully around The Things He Had Yet To Put Away, and answered the knock.

"Yes?" Merlin kept the door half closed out of wariness. His suitemate had been in a foul mood when he first arrived--Merlin dreaded to think that was how the blonde always was--and he had no desire to be the recipient of another snippy remark. If they were to live together, Merlin fervently hoped this Arthur Pendragon wasn't one of those prissy, privileged Eton boys who would make his life difficult simply for being a scholarship student.

[lordpratdragon]

Unluckily for Merlin, Arthur was exactly one of those prissy, privileged Eton boys who would make his life difficulty for simply being a scholarship student. Luckily, though, he was generally a better person than most others like him. As much of a creature of spoiled habit as he is, he's long since learned modesty and respect from his father. Well, modesty and respect relative to other boys in his position.

He glanced over Merlin's shoulder when he opened the door, taking in the sight of the mess. Well that was something that had in common, the inability to unpack efficiently. He had been lucky enough to have one of his servants from home help him, but now he was on his own. If he learned anything from last year, the tidiness would not last too long.

"Come watch the match with me. It's Manchester versus Chelsea." He offered Merlin the beer in his hand, a peace offering of sorts.

[tiercelet]

A moment passed as Merlin narrowed his eyes, looking at Arthur shrewdly, as if looking for the catch in his change of behaviour. Finally, he nodded, taking the offered beer from Arthur and cradling it in his hands while fidgeting. Much as Merlin wanted to turn down the offer and retreat back into his room to make some sense of the piles of belongings, Merlin could see Arthur was trying to patch things up. And he appreciated that.

Merlin leaned against the door frame, a small smile on his face. "Bit of footy sounds good right now," he allowed and jerked his head back toward his room. "Don't think I'll get much done tonight anyway."

[lordpratdragon]

"I can see that," Was Arthur's only comment on the matter, though his room wasn't much better. Not much better at all. He didn't lead so much as expect Merlin to follow him towards the couch, handing him the bottle of beer on the way. Once he had flopped down on the couch he looked back at Merlin, sipping at his beer with mild interest.

"Alright Merlin, tell me a little about yourself."