Office Hours - Thursday 9/24

[carpe_demon]

The door to Drake's office was open, and Drake himself was inside, listening (loudly) to the bounciest and happiest videos he could find on YouTube.

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[carpe_demon]

Drake pushed the paper across his desk. "You're like medieval rock stars," he said, beaming.

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[bitchprince]

Despite his best efforts, and his general mixed feelings about the legends, Arthur's ego did perk up a bit. "I suppose we are," he said, loftily, casting Merlin another look, and reached for the quill.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...because that is just what Arthur needed. More of an ego. The look he shot Arthur said as much.

"I think I'm fine without being that."

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[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a look back that was about six layers of ego painted over excessive discomfort, but signed his own name on the parchment.

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[carpe_demon]

Drake squeed. "I am so having this framed," he said.

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[bitchprince]

... The squeeing was leading Arthur to believe that Professor Drake was, perhaps, actually a woman.

"Glad to be of service."

About two layers of ego came off in his next look towards Merlin, and offered the quill. Yes, even if there was another one sitting right there.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

A fanboy was... certainly new.

Or would be if he knew what a fanboy was. Merlin squinted at it before scrawling something like a signature in his usual chicken scratch. "As long as other people don't ask for this."

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[carpe_demon]

"Stay away from historians and folklore fans then," Drake advised. "They'd be all over you two like white on rice." He picked up the parchment and snapped his fingers so that it was, indeed, now framed as he had promised.

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