I didn't know I could write anything less than 5,000 words, much less 500
title: highschool track locker room gen (aka, this really has no title)
rating: g
pairing: Merlin/Arthur gen
summary: basically! Merlin is wearing Vibram Five Finger shoes. Arthur does not approve. There is a little light hearted banter. THIS IS GIBBERISH. Originally posted at angelqueen04 's Merlin/Arthur drabble tree.
“Come on, Merlin, you have got to be kidding me,” Arthur said, gesturing to the shoes that hugged Merlin’s feet like a glove. Merlin just gave him a smug grin, wiggling his toes in the rubber and polyamide shoes, “You can’t go running in those. They’ll kill your feet.”
“Actually, you should get your facts straight. These can be better for running than normal sneakers. They support the development of national arches. You’ve heard of barefoot running.”
Arthur rolled his eyes for the third time since Merlin had put the shoes on, “You’re already the gangliest kid on the track. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb,” He pulled off his polo and shrugged on his practice shirt, pulling the hem down. Merlin was less than subtle about his ogling.
“So? Once I get used to them I should get better times. Besides, it’s more natural. I’d run barefoot if they’d let me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard your ‘be one with the forces of nature’ spiel before, Merlin. Save it for the Environmental Club.”
“I still say you should come to a meeting.”
“No.”
“It would be good for you. Add a little diversity to your extracurriculars. That way the schools won’t all just assume you’re one of those dollophead jocks.”
“Really? Dollophead? That’s almost as bad as clotpole. Where do you get it?”
“I draw my inspiration from the source,” Merlin said with a cheeky grin, Arthur wanted to roll his eyes again but he resisted the urge, instead tapping Merlin on the backside of his head on his way to the door, “Hey! What was that for?”
“For being insufferable and insubordinate,” Arthur said, sounding like he had told Merlin the same thing many times before (and he, of course, had). Merlin just grinned, laughing a little bit as he pushed the door open, holding it for Arthur as he walked through.
“You’re the Captain, Arthur, not the King.”
rating: g
pairing: Merlin/Arthur gen
summary: basically! Merlin is wearing Vibram Five Finger shoes. Arthur does not approve. There is a little light hearted banter. THIS IS GIBBERISH. Originally posted at angelqueen04 's Merlin/Arthur drabble tree.
“Come on, Merlin, you have got to be kidding me,” Arthur said, gesturing to the shoes that hugged Merlin’s feet like a glove. Merlin just gave him a smug grin, wiggling his toes in the rubber and polyamide shoes, “You can’t go running in those. They’ll kill your feet.”
“Actually, you should get your facts straight. These can be better for running than normal sneakers. They support the development of national arches. You’ve heard of barefoot running.”
Arthur rolled his eyes for the third time since Merlin had put the shoes on, “You’re already the gangliest kid on the track. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb,” He pulled off his polo and shrugged on his practice shirt, pulling the hem down. Merlin was less than subtle about his ogling.
“So? Once I get used to them I should get better times. Besides, it’s more natural. I’d run barefoot if they’d let me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard your ‘be one with the forces of nature’ spiel before, Merlin. Save it for the Environmental Club.”
“I still say you should come to a meeting.”
“No.”
“It would be good for you. Add a little diversity to your extracurriculars. That way the schools won’t all just assume you’re one of those dollophead jocks.”
“Really? Dollophead? That’s almost as bad as clotpole. Where do you get it?”
“I draw my inspiration from the source,” Merlin said with a cheeky grin, Arthur wanted to roll his eyes again but he resisted the urge, instead tapping Merlin on the backside of his head on his way to the door, “Hey! What was that for?”
“For being insufferable and insubordinate,” Arthur said, sounding like he had told Merlin the same thing many times before (and he, of course, had). Merlin just grinned, laughing a little bit as he pushed the door open, holding it for Arthur as he walked through.
“You’re the Captain, Arthur, not the King.”