Day 4: Tree
Day 4 Short story
Sidenote: does anyone else find it amusing that for "what's your favorite holiday food (or whatever it says)" has a picture of beer next to it? I laugh.
This one's short (as in just above a drabble), has a crappy title, and is still short.
“I got us something,” Arthur shouts from the entrance way of their tiny flat.
Merlin shuffles from the living quarters where he’d been enjoying a nice hot cup of tea.
“I thought we weren’t going to have a Christmas tree this year,” he points out dumbly when he spots the green bush taking up half of the doorway.
“Yeah well, you cried so I changed my mind,” Arthur’s obviously frustrated with the rouge branches. One snaps out and literally slaps him. Merlin’s hard pressed to not laugh.
“I didn’t cry,” he’s grinning so hard that his cheeks hurt.
Arthur struggles for a few more minutes and finally pushes the tree up against the wall, grunts in satisfaction and turns to Merlin, “Merry Christmas.”