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"Another party? You just had one!"
Arthur's look managed to communicate that Merlin was an ignorant and uncultured beetle, whilst simultaneously being attractive. Merlin gritted his teeth and hated the both of them; himself for having appalling taste, and Arthur for being -- Arthur.
"That was a Christmas party, Merlin," he said, insultingly slow. "This is entirely different."
What's that? Am I finally getting some work done on my WIPs?
YES I AM.
If I wasn't working on the Merlin heist fic then I'd probably have to kill myself out of sheer shame, but I'm also surprisingly close to finishing the sequel to my old Ouran cohabitation fic. So you can have some of that one as well:
He returns to his own reading and politely ignores the fact that Haruhi stares at the same page for almost three minutes, her eyes focused nowhere in particular and flickering tense with every flash of lightning. Finally she closes her book again with a sigh and scoots herself closer, her head dropping onto Kyouya's shoulder.
She's silent until his arm is around her and she is curled against him, her warm bare legs lying across his. And then she says, soft and assured, "We'll get him back."
They've always called each other out when it comes to emotional manipulation, that's the way they work, so Kyouya could easily tell her that she didn't have to lull him into a sense of protectiveness before he would accept her comfort. But it would be a lie.
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