A/N: Another drabble series, a different fandom. I've decided to write this series based off of words given to me by a word generator. Today's word? Precarious
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It was a small miracle that Merlin hadn't dented his armor by now. He was clumsy. He never seemed be paying attention to where he walked or what he was doing while he walked. Honestly, somedays Arthur thought it would be easier to just replace the bumbling idiot and get a decent servant.
But then Merlin would say something wise that he had no business being smart enough to think of. Or manage to make him feel somewhat happier after a long, hard day. Or show his support of Arthur's almost relationship with Gwen. Or somehow understand something he really shouldn't understand.
So he decides to give Merlin another chance to prove his worth as a servant, and Merlin always fails terribly but instead does quite well at being a- friend, of sorts. That is, if Arthur could possibly be friends with a servant. Which he can't.
