inbox.

[scornfully]

❝Hi, this is Arthur Pendragon's phone. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Ta.❞

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Comments

[busy]

what?

[scornfully]

No rats, Merlin.

[busy]

you're not scared of them, are you?

[scornfully]

( He'll just take a quick five minute break to compose himself. )

They have cold dead eyes and they eat through people's brains.

[busy]

...what sort of messed up rats do you have in england?

[And where can he get one.]

[scornfully]

( Ignoring you. )

And they carry the plague!

( And don't you dare correct him about the fact that they actually carried the fleas which carried the plague. He's stopped responding to text messages for less. )

[busy]

well now i know what's behind all those plague deaths that i keep reading about in the papers.

[scornfully]

Shut up. It's a serious threat.

[busy]

arthur, do you think i'm just going to go yank a rat out of the sewer? there are pet rats, from pet shops. there's as much of a threat as a new puppy.

[scornfully]

Yanking a rat our of a sewer is exactly something you'd do! And if it's "as much of a threat as a new puppy" then get a puppy instead. Honestly.

[busy]

you're no fun.

[scornfully]

And yet you still seem to like me.

[busy]

sure do.

[scornfully]

So I'll not worry too much about being no fun.