“Random? What fucking random?! You’re in love with each other. You’re hardly out of each other’s pockets, just make it official already.”
“It’d come out of nowhere. We haven’t even talked about moving in with each other in the past.”
“What, you’re afraid he’ll turn you down? Don’t be absurd.” Summer gave Merlin a very sceptical look. “You’re both being idiots. Just move in together — you don’t even have to share a bedroom if you don’t want.”
–
“Just ask Mordred to move in with you.” Summer shrugged. “Arthur’s stupid to be leaving anyway.”
“I can’t do that.” Merlin quickly shook his head. “He likes living with Gwaine and Elena, for the most part. I don’t want to take that away from him.”
“Besides, I’m not the type of person to just randomly ask someone to move in with me.”
“Random? What fucking random?! You’re in love with each other. You’re hardly out of each other’s pockets, just make it official already.”
”Alright, so – if I don’t get a new flatmate by next month, I won’t be able to pay my rent, which means I’ll get kicked out and then I’ll have to move to the other side of London for something cheaper; might even have to move back to Glasgow.
Basically – I should probably start packing my stuff.”
“Just ask Mordred to move in with you.” Summer shrugged. “Arthur’s stupid to be leaving anyway.”
–
[text to: magic hands] door’s open watch for cats
Merlin tossed his phone to the side and made his way out of the flat and to Summer’s, stepping over a cat along the way. “I’m here!” He exclaimed, poking his head into the girl’s apartment.
Summer wobbled on top of her desk chair, coils of lights draped all over her. “Um. Help?” A handful of sticky-backed clips fell to the floor.
[text to: magic hands] trying to put up faery lights without breaking my neck
[text: gingy ging] i’ll be there in fifty seconds
[text to: magic hands] door’s open watch for cats
[text to: all] I need someone tall to help me here
[text: gingy ging] Might be able to help.
[text: gingy ging] What do you need?
[text to: magic hands] trying to put up faery lights without breaking my neck
[text to: all] I need someone tall to help me here
Can you two quit that already
“Merlin? Oh, whoa, okay.” Summer put a hand to her forehead. “Okay, okay. You’re Merlin. You live here, well, in this building, with a guy named Arthur, tall blond annoying fellow. I’m Summer — we’re best friends.”
“Merlin? What kind of name is that?”
“Your kind of name. Let me see, I think your family is Irish? Maybe your mother liked the Matter of Britain?”
