The incongruous fountain pen went skritch skritch skritch over Merlin's legal pad. "Hold on. I still have no clue what's causing your amnesia, but I'm about a hair away from a textbook diagnosis of Narcissistic Personality Disorder."
Arthur buried his head in his hands while the pen skritched skritched skritched. He hated that sound almost as much as he loved the sound of Merlin's voice, and wasn't *that* something to analyze. "I don't even know why I keep paying you. You're clearly an idiot."
Merlin snorted and muttered so softly he probably thought Arthur couldn't hear it: "Figures, *that* you remember."
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Date: 2011-12-14 03:43 am (UTC)Arthur buried his head in his hands while the pen skritched skritched skritched. He hated that sound almost as much as he loved the sound of Merlin's voice, and wasn't *that* something to analyze. "I don't even know why I keep paying you. You're clearly an idiot."
Merlin snorted and muttered so softly he probably thought Arthur couldn't hear it: "Figures, *that* you remember."