Another drabble. Response to the word prompt 'click'.
Merlin and Arthur sat outside of the king's throneroom, waiting for Uther to decide whether or not it was safe for Arthur to lead an expedition into Druid territory. They were next to each other, leaning against the wall.
And Merlin was bored out of his mind.
His arms were hugging his knees to his chest. He moved an arm down to play with the buckles on his boot. 'Click, clickety, click-clack...'
"Merlin."
Merlin looked up. "What?"
"Can you please stop doing that?"
Merlin looked down at his boot, and then grinned. "What? This?" He moved the buckles around. 'Click, clickclickclick...'
"Stop that."
'Click click click-"
"I am ordering you, as Prince of Camelot, to stop what you ar-"
'Clickety clack click-"
"I WILL PUT YOU IN THE STOCKS!"
Silence.
Merlin sighed, resting his head on his knees again. For a few moments, he stared into space. Then, he glanced over, to see if Arthur was watching him. He wasn't. With a smile, Merlin leaded his hand down again.
'Click.'
"MERLIN!"