I usually hate drabbles, but I wrote this and realized I couldn't really develop it into anything. I didn't want to just toss it, so here I am posting it.
Hope you enjoy.
There is a time in every Sorcerer's life when he wishes he could quit his day job.
"Merlin!" Arthur shouted as he came out from behind his changing divider clad in his freshly washed underwear. "For me to even have to ask this just proves how much of a useless idiot you are," he insulted as he grabbed the rim of his shorts, "But why in the HELL are my trousers discolored with brown?"
"Well, sire, that's what happens when you roll around in the mud with your knights. The dirt seeps through the outer layers and stains the inner layers as well." Merlin said.
Arthur gave Merlin the most disbelieving look. "What, do you think I'm an idiot?"
Merlin, "Well if you truly want me to speak my mind-"
"I know how they got dirty Merlin." Arthur cut him off. "I also know it is your job to clean them."
"There is only so much scrubbing a person can do."
"Yes, and apparently you didn't do enough," Arthur retorted menacingly; a slow, mischievous grin growing across his face. "Perhaps scrubbing every corner of my chambers will help better understand what it means to finish scrubbing."
Suddenly realizing the severity of Arthur's anger, Merlin shifted from impartial to defensive, "Arthur, I don't think you understand just how much mud were on those things. The fact that I even got them to that state is a miracle in itself."
"Merlin Merlin Merlin-" Arthur began to say in his overly pleased with himself voice, but Merlin cut him off.
"I mean look at my arms," he said holding them out in front of himself, "They're scrawny, you know it's true, you tell me everyday how weak I am."
Arthur's grin just grew further and Merlin knew there was no point anymore, he was completely screwed.
"Perhaps mucking out the horses would help with those scrawny, little-"
"Yeah yeah yeah," Merlin says defeated as he walks out of the room.
"Oh Merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlin!" Arthur chimes. Grumpily Merlin turns around only to be smacked in the face with underpants that Arthur, once again behind the changing divider, had thrown at him. "Take care of those will you?"