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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! ]

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[veneficus]

[ she was working on embroidery, of all things. A task she usually defines as dire and an awful bore, but one that sometimes can calm her. She was trying to think up a pattern, her mind half made up to think of sewing something on a cloak for Lancelot when -

Arthur.

She makes a sound between a horrified shriek and a laugh, struggling against him and really what sort of a brother are you anyway to use her gift against her.

Worst person alive. ]

Arthur!

[ she just can't believe him or maybe she can, this is not what she meant by sharing, dammit. ]

You awful pig what have you - oh - !

[ lord help her, she catches sight of herself in a mirror. ]

Release me at once, you fiend!

[pratentious]

[ This is the best kind of sharing, okay, and Arthur continues his fingerprinting on her face with a boyish grin. ]

You're a mess, Morgana, good God. How we ever allow you to be seen in public -

[ But once she's been sufficiently honey-ified, Arthur will step back to observe his handiwork gleefully. ]

Despicable. Very unladylike, I'm afraid I'll have to deny any association with you henceforth.

[veneficus]

[ There are about ten seconds in which she just...stands there and tries to fully comprehend the nerve of the man. She has half a mind to scold him, really but then she remembers that it's been many a week since she had seen Arthur like this. Perhaps the same amount of weeks since she ever felt like this. It's enough to make her grin. ]

Unladylike, I do not think so. Perhaps it shall do wonders to my skin and if not, certainly there is a gown here that could fit the entire appearance. It shows wonders of my sweet nature.

[ said very professionally before her eyes narrow just a bit. ]

But your look is very unfitting to my own, luckily it can be changed.

[ That's when she'll start moving in his direction, hands gathering some honey from her cheek. It's payback time >:| ]

[pratentious]

[ He snorts - 'sweet nature' my arse - then catches on to her thinly veiled threat, lips down turning and his hands coming up as a barrier between them. ]

No, I couldn't possibly. It would certainly detract from your, ah - [ He sniffs, thinking of a good word before his lips curl. ] - homeliness.

[ Yeah, he's gonna grab those cakes and dart out of the room with a shit-eating grin before she can start after him. ]