"Arthur, are you alright?" Merlin promptly called out after he had heard strange noises coming from the living room.
Seconds later, as he sauntered that way reluctantly, he braced himself for a number of different instances to be met with as he entered the main shared space of his and Arthur's flat. The former king had been back a few weeks shy of a year, so it was not uncommon for him to engage in an array of activities which he had learned about in that time. In his wildest imaginings in the recesses of his mind, however, Merlin had not been prepared for what he actually found.
The first object he noticed when he entered the room was a large, orange pumpkin, placed on their coffee table. Behind the table was Arthur, and beyond him, their couch had been pushed back further away from its normal resting place. At the sorcerer's appearance, Arthur glanced up. His eyes were alight with mischief, and a grin spread across his face to match the twinkling within his cerulean irises. This would have stolen Merlin's breath away, had he not noticed the gleaming sword within the blond's grasp.
"Arthur," Merlin began, purposely drawing out each syllable.
"What? I finally found a use for a sword in this century," Arthur stated nonchalantly, his amusement at his task not diluted in the slightest.
While the former king continued to hack away at the poor vegetable, in hopes that it might become a Jack-O-Lantern, Merlin dropped his head into his hands and laughed himself silly.