Perfectionism
Merlin wrapped his neckerchief around his neck, then 'hmmed' considered.
Then tweaked it a little.
Then twitched it back.
Then re-arranged it slightly before tweaking again.
Arthur have an exasperated sigh.
"Come on Merlin, Gods…"
"Hang on..."
Tweak.
Twitch.
Tweak.
"Merlin!"
"Okay, just a sec…"
Tweak.
Tug.
Tweak.
"MERLIN!"
"What? Perfection takes time…"
"Perfection?"
Tweak.
"Yes. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a perfectionist."
"Oh, Gods… Just hurry up would you? Your damned perfectionism is gonna make us late…"
"Fine, fine…"
Tweak.
Arthur grabbed Merlin's arm and hauled him away from the mirror, but unfortunately…
Tweak.
Twitch.
"MERLIN!"
"Perfect…"