InsaneJournal

Merlin wasn't sure how keen he was on the idea of bowling. He rather liked it on the Wii game. However, he recalled something about wearing other people's shoes, and that the ball was much heavier then the little controller his game required. If that wasn't enough, the fact that Morgana wanted to go out with him, just the two of them, was a little suspect. Not that he didn't think of her as a friend. He cared for her, of course, and in a large group as with the laser tag it was perfectly normal for them to hang out. He'd never really just never really spent time with her exclusively that didn't imply something bad was happening in the background. It would be nice, he thought. Aside from the borrowed shoes, and ten pound balls.

He laced up the worn shoes he'd bought the other day at something called a thrift shop. Merlin rather liked the place, everything was fairly cheap as opposed to the stores in the hall -- or was it mall? Whatever. He'd gotten a nice pair of blue converse shoes, and a t-shirt that had unicorns on it. (He would have to show Arthur some time) He liked the shirt enough, but it seemed to get a lot of odd reactions. People would pass him chanting 'chaaarrliee..' and even weirder things like 'shun the nonbeliever, shuuuun.' At first he thought it was something wrong with him, that the odd younger town folk mistook him for this exiled man named charlie, but soon realized it was only when he wore the shirt.

Treading down the hall, a glance at Arthur's room, then Gwen's as he passed. Arthur was taken care of so far as food was considered, but he'd peek in later regardless just to be sure he didn't need anything. For Gwen he'd been mixing a medicine to help her sleep with hot chocolate, and leaving it in her room at night to hopefully help with the nightmares. Eventually he stopped and knocked on Morgana's door, sparing a glance towards Lancelot's door as well.