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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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26/3/13 18:48 (UTC)Never answered, though. Do you? Have plans?
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27/3/13 11:45 (UTC)[Spam]
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 18:46 (UTC)[Spam]
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.]