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hellofist[Cass has always been something of a tosser and turner when it comes to sleeping, but for the most part it's cut down in the time she's been sleeping in Merlin's bed. It still happens every now and then, mostly when she's finding a new way to sleep, so it's not really that surprising when she turns over and smacks her communicator hard enough to knock it onto the floor.
The surprising part? It turns itself on. Good morning, Bargians! You now have the view of what's under Merlin's bed and the sounds of someone waking up.]
Did you... hear thud?
[There's the sound of someone else waking up and some 'I forgot how to talk overnight' mmphing noises.]
No…? Did you? [A short pause.] Stupid question, sorry.
[And now there's rustling sheets, the blanket that was hanging down from the bed gets pulled up a little as Cass rolls over.]
Allowed those in morning. Brain's still... waking up. Sleep good?
Yes, I did. [There is what you could probably call a kissing noise but it's muffled; his voice goes a bit quieter.] Better, now. You?
[The answer doesn't come right away, the only thing that can be heard is a content sigh and the sounds someone making herself very comfortable.]
Told you, always sleep better... with you there. But, guess we have... to get up, now.
[She doesn't sound very enthusiastic about this idea.]
Not yet. It's only…I…don't know what the time is. [Merlin stifles a yawn.] Shouldn't it say on your…
[The bed creaks a little as he leans over, then back.]
I think you knocked your communicator under the bed, hold on.
[A long, thin hand and the hem of a white tunic appear at the edge of the camera frame as he does some rummaging around the mess of clothes and books.]
[When he doesn't find it right away, Cass goes on her own search. More leaning and creaking and then-]
Found it.
[The perspective shifts to show Cass propped on her elbow, one side of her hair mussed from sleep, before she passes the communicator over to Merlin so he can tell them what time it is.]
Thanks.
[He's sitting up now, still a bit untidy; it is briefly apparent that under his old timey tunic he's wearing black pyjama bottoms with a yellow Bat-symbol on the left leg.]
Oh, that's not bad, it's -
[Something becomes apparent and he blinks, then blushes unflatteringly and turns the camera toward the wall in defence of Cassandra's modesty even though she's basically fully dressed.]
- erm. Turned on.
[Cass sounds very, very amused when she speaks.]
Should say good morning, Merlin. [Taking her own advice, Cass leans so she can look into the camera and waves, completely ruining the point of Merlin's directing the communicator away from her.] Morning, Barge!
[There is an extremely muffled sound that might be 'good morning' from where Merlin has his spare hand over his face, just about visible in the periphery, and then the feed stops recording.]
The surprising part? It turns itself on. Good morning, Bargians! You now have the view of what's under Merlin's bed and the sounds of someone waking up.]
Did you... hear thud?
[There's the sound of someone else waking up and some 'I forgot how to talk overnight' mmphing noises.]
No…? Did you? [A short pause.] Stupid question, sorry.
[And now there's rustling sheets, the blanket that was hanging down from the bed gets pulled up a little as Cass rolls over.]
Allowed those in morning. Brain's still... waking up. Sleep good?
Yes, I did. [There is what you could probably call a kissing noise but it's muffled; his voice goes a bit quieter.] Better, now. You?
[The answer doesn't come right away, the only thing that can be heard is a content sigh and the sounds someone making herself very comfortable.]
Told you, always sleep better... with you there. But, guess we have... to get up, now.
[She doesn't sound very enthusiastic about this idea.]
Not yet. It's only…I…don't know what the time is. [Merlin stifles a yawn.] Shouldn't it say on your…
[The bed creaks a little as he leans over, then back.]
I think you knocked your communicator under the bed, hold on.
[A long, thin hand and the hem of a white tunic appear at the edge of the camera frame as he does some rummaging around the mess of clothes and books.]
[When he doesn't find it right away, Cass goes on her own search. More leaning and creaking and then-]
Found it.
[The perspective shifts to show Cass propped on her elbow, one side of her hair mussed from sleep, before she passes the communicator over to Merlin so he can tell them what time it is.]
Thanks.
[He's sitting up now, still a bit untidy; it is briefly apparent that under his old timey tunic he's wearing black pyjama bottoms with a yellow Bat-symbol on the left leg.]
Oh, that's not bad, it's -
[Something becomes apparent and he blinks, then blushes unflatteringly and turns the camera toward the wall in defence of Cassandra's modesty even though she's basically fully dressed.]
- erm. Turned on.
[Cass sounds very, very amused when she speaks.]
Should say good morning, Merlin. [Taking her own advice, Cass leans so she can look into the camera and waves, completely ruining the point of Merlin's directing the communicator away from her.] Morning, Barge!
[There is an extremely muffled sound that might be 'good morning' from where Merlin has his spare hand over his face, just about visible in the periphery, and then the feed stops recording.]
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23/3/13 02:47 (UTC)I don't. It's one of the many personal qualities I pride myself on.
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23/3/13 03:28 (UTC)[She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, then lets go of his hand to poke around for something to eat.]
Hungry? Can go find breakfast, bring back here... while you make tea.
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23/3/13 03:35 (UTC)Alright. I'll...be here. Be back soon.
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23/3/13 07:53 (UTC)Will run. [She swipes her fingers through her hair to get it to settle, really is going to just go out in her pajamas and hurry right back, but at the door she pauses.] Be right back. Love you.
[And then she goes, slips out before it can look like she wants him to say it back. She just wants him to hear it, she wants to say it and now it's out there.
She definitely does run to the cafeteria, puts together a breakfast that looks a lot like the first one they shared in bed together, and then jogs carefully back so she doesn't spill anything, manages to get the door open and closed with one hand even. The narrower halls aren't really something she's fond of, but it's hard to dwell when she knows Merlin is waiting for her. With tea.]
Back. See? Not long.
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23/3/13 17:15 (UTC)Not long.
[Once she's in a position to take it from him, he holds out a cup of tea for her. There's a small butterfly clinging to the side, yellow and black, and the movement of the cup makes it take off and flutter toward Cass.]
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23/3/13 18:49 (UTC)It's pretty. [She shoots him a quick, immensely pleased smile.] Matches your pants.
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23/3/13 19:13 (UTC)The first one was purple.
[It's fluttered off into a corner somewhere now. He sits down at the table where he and Gaius used to eat, but not before drawing out a stool for her to sit down herself.]
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23/3/13 19:33 (UTC)Steph's colors... are black and purple. [Did you do that on purpose, Merlin? How are you the best boyfriendperson ever?
She sits close to him, scooting her stool forward until there's not much space between them. In the cafeteria she took the time to wrap some bacon in pancakes and the majority of them ended up on the plate that Cass sets in front of Merlin.]
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24/3/13 03:09 (UTC)[He murmurs a thanks for the plate - with, yes, his finest creation. Seriously though Cass, he's going to eat maybe half of this.]
Do you have any plans today?
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24/3/13 03:25 (UTC)Um... reading lesson, later. Not til afternoon, though. Free til then.
[She's embarrassed over the fact that she stopped at all more than she is that she's asked for help, but it's become clear she does need help.]
You? Have any... important Infirmary duties?
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24/3/13 23:54 (UTC)[But then he cracks a smile, warm and pleased that she's taking that step although he doesn't want to embarrass her by saying it outright. He knows she can tell he's proud of her.]
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25/3/13 00:17 (UTC)Don't worry, Merlin. Know you're... most important person, on Barge.
[And pride isn't something she sees often directed at her, as much as she craves it from Bruce and sometimes, her father. Seeing it in Merlin, though? There might not be a way for anyone to beat that.]
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25/3/13 22:44 (UTC)Is your plan to give me such a big head I cannot fit it through the door?
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25/3/13 23:11 (UTC)Maybe. Then you'd be... stuck in here forever, with me.
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26/3/13 18:48 (UTC)Never answered, though. Do you? Have plans?
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27/3/13 21:44 (UTC)[Then again, Cass is one of those weirdos that thinks waving sharp things around is a fun kind of thing to do. Whether it's actually fun for Merlin is another thing completely, but it's possible Cass is just looking for more reasons to spend as much time with Merlin as possible.]
Or, um... could help me. With, um... reading stuff.
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27/3/13 22:18 (UTC)It's not a feeling he enjoyed, and he knows the Admiral likes to strip people like him of their abilities when landing at port.]
Both. Let's do both.
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27/3/13 23:11 (UTC)Good. Still have stuff... we can use, in my room. Since... gym is less fun, now. Can start when you're ready.
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28/3/13 22:09 (UTC)[She won't even throw lances at him or make him keep pushing until he feels like dying, either.]
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28/3/13 22:45 (UTC)[He smiles across at her, only vaguely paying attention to his communicator when it pings with a new message - and then he hears his name being hollered at him, and he goes pale.]