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[pratentious]

[This time, the recording starts with a long, drawn out sigh. Then, surprisingly, it's still Merlin's voice that rattles off the voicemail in tones of long-suffering.]

Hello, you've reached King Arthur Pr--Pendragon. He isn't here to answer your call because he's incredibly important and busy. If you leave a message here with me, I'll make sure he gets it because I am a good servant--and friend-- [he adds the last bit in a rush, accompanied with a thwap!, an 'ow!' and an 'I heard that,' then forces the rest of the words out through gritted teeth] and will do anything my master asks of me.

[A couple seconds pass, then Merlin speaks again, this time sounding a bit further away, like he isn't speaking into the bracelet anymore.] There, happy now? If you ask me, the other one is still better-- Shut up, Merlin. It's time to do yours next. Wait, what --

[ click! ]

Comments

[text]

[pratentious]

[ Give him a minute to respond. He is, presumably, busy being a sap in some manner or another. ]

INANE.

[ The most fond statement ever. He does adore you, you know. ]

It has been some time since our last lesson. You must be rusty by now. We ought to fix that.

[text]

[dragonspeak]

If anything is rusty, it's those helmets you lot bang your heads around in.

[Even through text, Merlin manages to sound reluctant.]

[text]

[pratentious]

That was weak even by your standards.

[ He gets it. He does. ]

Don't you worry your dainty little wrists. I haven't the time for it anyhow.

[text]

[dragonspeak]

Explains why you don't have a come back for it of course.

What are you so busy with?

[text]

[pratentious]

When am I ever not busy Merlin?

[text]

[dragonspeak]

Do you really want me to answer that?

[text]

[pratentious]

No.