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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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27/3/13 11:45 (UTC)[spam]
27/3/13 18:16 (UTC)Arya said I've been gone a month. Why did I leave?
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27/3/13 21:46 (UTC)[spam]
28/3/13 06:02 (UTC)[spam]
28/3/13 18:54 (UTC)He schools his features into an expression of cheerful dubiousness.]
If you say so, sire.
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28/3/13 21:28 (UTC)Are you ever going to explain exactly what you were doing this morning or not?
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28/3/13 21:53 (UTC)It's private, Arthur.
...regardless of how public we managed to make it.
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28/3/13 21:59 (UTC)[spam]
28/3/13 22:02 (UTC)[spam]
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28/3/13 22:33 (UTC)[spam]
28/3/13 23:01 (UTC)Which doesn't mean he won't ask this Cassandra things if he runs into her but he won't push Merlin right now.]
Then can at least you manage to do your job and find me something to eat?
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28/3/13 23:54 (UTC)Of course. I won't be long.
[He doesn't really plan on coming back. He's gotten sidetracked on so many errands before that he knows Arthur won't even give it any mind.]