"You have magic."
"Yes, Arthur."
"You... have magic."
"Yes, Arthur."
"...You have magic?"
"YES, Arthur! And no matter how many different ways you say it, it won't change."
"How - Why do you have magic? Can you be any more of a complete idiot, Merlin?"
"What -? Oy!"
"I mean, out of all the stupid things you could do, you have magic? Seriously? You'll probably, I don't know, try to light a candle and set the room on fire."
"...You are aware that I have saved your life? Multiple times?"
"Merlin, whenever we're attacked, I'm the one fighting them off while you hide behind a tree or lie on the floor or something else equally pathetic."
"What? Do you realise that all those coincidences - the falling branches, the dropped swords - were all my doing?To save your ungrateful royal backside!"
"Of course they were, Merlin. Look, if this conversation is making you feel any less like a girl and more like a man - however hard that seems - then, fine, okay, I'll agree with you. Because do you know what a pain it is listening to your girly moaning all the time?"
"But... it's true!"
"Yes, Merlin. Now go polish my sword or something. But don't carry it around; knowing you, you'd probably trip over a snail and fall on the blade, and then who'll be there to clean it?"
"I'm not that incompetent. And I can clean it with magic in an instant."
"Don't be such a lazy girl, Merlin. You will clean it properly."
"...you need new insults, your pratness."
"Stop sulking and go."
"You weren't even impressed... Do you know how anitclimatic that is? Now what am I -"
"Oh for the love of-"
"Alright, alright, I'm going..."
.:`:.
A/N - ...yeah, don't ask. I don't know what this was supposed to be. Something about Arthur still seeing Merlin as his lazy, incompetent servant even after he finds out about his magic. I guess.
Meh. I just felt like doing another dialogue one-shot. I still like the other one a lot better, though. :P Still. Review? Any prompts, by the way?
~izzy