Room 511 to Room 505 and parts between

[thatsamilkshake]

For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and the soon-to-be-ex-but-never-unbeloved roomie if so desired, and massive SP for four different time-zones yo - but if anyone else wants to pop in and help move, sure!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"I can carry stuff too, you know," Francine said as she reached for another case. Which didn't stop her from letting the boys reach for the heavy stuff because she was not actually stupid.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"But you asked us to help," Merlin pointed out, mostly watching how much Arthur was going to attempt to carry.

[bitchprince]

"Stop arguing about the helping so we can take this across the hall," Arthur ordered (because he got to do that), lifted his load high, and went for the door. If they were going to watch him flex stand around babbling, they could do so on their own time.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine wasn't watching him flex!

...Until he did that.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He had been just making sure nothing was going to be damaged!

Yes, until that.

[bitchprince]

Arthur either didn't notice, or chose not to notice, or chose to store it up in his ego (although if so, that might've mainly been Francine's, as the whole Merlin issue was murkier and more confusing) as he shoved open the door and stalked down the door.

It was as aristocratic a stalk as you could get, bearing that much weight.

[thatsamilkshake]

Following him down the hall as he stalked really didn't help with the not watching. Of the flexing. Seriously, were pants that tight legal in the Dark Ages?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

They were. Merlin put them on him every day.

Clearing his throat, Merlin hurried after them both. "We figured out the cameras on the phones, Francine."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Really?" That was the sound of impressed, not dubious. "You need to send me pictures!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I have some of Leto wrestling a pink bird to send you," He said cheerfully.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Leto has stuffed animals too?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They were alive, actually!"

[bitchprince]

Ignoring the banter behind him, and having arrived at Room 505 because this was only a six-ping hallway, Arthur bent down to set down some of Francine's boxes so he could open the door.

It looked like they were going to ramble all day.

[thatsamilkshake]

...Not legal. Possibly if you were the prince you were above the law or something, but totally not legal. Francine wasn't even sure they were legal in Las Vegas.

"His stuffed animals were alive?" Look, she was a little distracted and also this was Fandom and it was entirely possible.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin didn't answer right away. Really, he was just lucky he hadn't dropped the suitcase on his feet. "Um. No. I don't think they were stuffed animals."

[bitchprince]

"They were live birds," Arthur called to them, stretching himself upright and rolling his shoulder once. "Though stuffed animals would have made as much sense."

[thatsamilkshake]

Spell mostly broken, Francine stared in the more normal fashion. "Why was he wrestling a bird?"