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I'm not here looking for absolution
So why the hell was he still thinking about the blond boy in 232?
Merlin groaned and buried his face in his pillow. He met him at the dorm mixer maybe a month and a half ago, and he still couldn't get that stupid face out of his head. Sure, he was attractive - but that wasn't even what was bugging him. It's one thing to drool over a hot guy, but another entirely to be infuriated as you try to remember where in the hell you know him from.
Because he did. He knew Arthur, somehow, some way. And they'd spoken for maybe 5 minutes tops.
Merlin was going crazy.
When he walks down to the washing machines that tuesday, he almost does a 180 and leaves the way he came. Naturally, Arthur was standing there next to the only open machine. Of course.
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"I'd love one." Merlin nods appreciatively. "Well, if we don't like this one, we can just watch the market for new listings, yeah? There's no real rush."
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"He did what now?" Merlin blinks in surprise. He didn't think Arthur's roommate was that obnoxious.
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[ooc: Sorry love, been getting ready for a big presentation and falling asleep at 8:30 every night T_T ]
"You're kidding." It's clear from Arthur's tone that he isn't. "That's - wow. Wow."
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"Yeah, that's why I'm somewhat desperate to get out of here as soon as possible." Arthur sits down on the edge of a kitchen chair. "I've considering checking into a hotel until we've found something suitable."
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"Well - " Merlin thinks a moment. "We could probably make room in my room for a bit. I don't think Charles would mind."
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"No, really," Merlin offers, almost insisting, really. "It's no trouble. It won't be for long."
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Merlin shakes his head. "I doubt he'll care, honestly. I can go talk to him about it now. He's doing some music theory something or other."
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"Enough about it." Merlin smiles brightly at him. "Can't have my future roommate out in the cold. You're staying."
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"I absolutely insist." Merlin smiles back warmly. "Anytime. Pack your things, I'll go and let Charles know right now."
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"See you," Merlin waves and heads back towards his room.
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Two hours later, he's back at Merlin's apartment, carrying his things and a six pack of beer.
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Merlin has cleared the extra bunk in their room of their things, carefully setting Charles' papers - mostly compositions - on the desk and clearing his own books to a shelf. He's sprawled across his own bed when Arthur knocks, thumbing through Atlas Shrugged idly.
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Merlin laughs, surprised, and gestures grandly to the room. "Welcome to my humble abode."
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"He said it was fine, but if he asks you what you're doing here three times before he remembers who you are, don't worry about it. He's a bot absent-minded." Merlin accepts the beer gratefully, cracking the top off on the foot of his bed.
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"He's a musician. I'm told they're all like that." Merlin leans back, tipping back the beer and kicking his feet up against the wall to give Arthur more room to sit. "Sure thing. I suppose we'd better get used to living with each other sooner rather than later anyway."
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