InsaneJournal

Who: Arthur and Merlin
What: Saving skinny idiots from themselves.
When: Sometime directly after Merlin's call gets cut off
Where: The police station
Rating: Dependent



"Brilliant."

Arthur swiped a hoodie from his closet and chucked it over his head, tossing up the hood and grabbing his keys. He was not a fool, nor was he in the mood to fight off unwanted attention when the entire world seemed prepared to break bones and light cars on fire. He knew how to keep a low profile when it was needed and he kept close to the buildings as he walked at a saunter down the curb, kicking a rock ahead of him and keeping his head down.

He wasn't stupid.

He made it to the police station unscathed and prepared to deal with uncooperative officers with as much brusque politeness as he could muster. By the time they got it sorted that Arthur didn't want to create trouble, and was simply here to pay a fine and take his friend home, tempers had flared and he was getting very shirty looks.

Pleasant.

"Where is he?" he finally snapped, giving up on being polite for the sake of getting this done.

And if he was roughly shoved as he was led back to the cells, he wasn't about to point it out or fight back.

"You're an idiot," he greeted Merlin as the woman who had led him here fiddled with her keyring.