"what are yu doing here?" arthur asked.
" good question" gwaine snorted, stumbling towards arthur. "something to do with... pickles." he winced as he touched the wound on his head that arthur had inflicted. he lost footing, tripping face first into some poo.
"he ded?" merlin said, patting the donkey as it drank from the stream.
it took some time before gwaine regained consciousness, and when he did, he realised he was lying across the arse of an ass with the arse of merlin in his view. this arguably glorious view was such a shock to gwaine that he screamed in an octave higher than what is conceivably possible. the sound emanating from gwaine's mouth was so angelic and graceful that it transformed the donkey into a puddle of chocolate mousse.
"what have yu done u idiot!" arthur cried as he bonked gwaine on the head, precisely where he already had a wound "now we have to walk on foot ffs."
merlin wasn't too concerned with walking as he was far too preoccupied thinking about gwaine's gorgeous voice and gorgeous hair and gorgeous cheekbones and gorgeous bottom all while devouring the donkey mousse.
gwaine felt slightly guilty about ruining their chances of finding the holy herbe of wonders, and also realised he possibly ruined an opportunity to fulfil his own mysterious pickle quest. he buried his beautiful face in his beautiful hands as he ran through some trees and to a lake, where he sobbed alone for several minutes.
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meanwhile, merlin had finished licking the donkey mousse off his fingers.
"u relly shouldnt have screamed at him" he said, scratching his bare bottom "he too pretty."
arthur uncrossed his arms and sighed "yeh i no"
he sheathed his wooden sword in his handbag and they moved towards the direction gwaine had run off crying.
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