Inspired by knowing how to get the toilets in our dorm room fixed.
Disclaimers are for scrubs like me who don't own things.
"But I don't understand! I asked to have his desk fixed ages ago!" Merlin had spent weeks requesting the castle carpenter fix Arthur's wobbly desk, to no effect but an angry impatient prince.
"Yes, Merlin. You asked to have it fixed. Sometimes you need to understand when a situation is beyond your control." Gwen had listened sympathetically to Merlin's sob story and requested the desk repaired the day before. They were staring at the sturdy, clearly mended, desk in Arthur's chambers.
"But why would he listen to you and not me?" Merlin whined.
"Look Down Merlin."
"…What?"
"What do you see when you look down?"
"Uhm, my feet?"
"Exactly. That's your problem." She said, looking down herself.
Following her eyes, Merlin blushed deeply and left, muttering about very important chores.
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