Novice Attempt at MSN Conversation
Merlin stood over his master's shoulder and snickered when Arthur's perfectly (albeit verrrrrrrry slowwwwwly) typed response reached the other side of this electronic conversation. The Prince glanced up at him in irritation, poking his finger at the small screen.
"You're so good at this," Arthur snapped, glancing back at the screen, "You tell me what that says, because I don't understand a word."
"Oh." Merlin drew closer, nodding when he saw the acronym clearly. "What the fu-"
-"Merlin!" Arthur turned an offended glare at his manservant. "Would you cut the profanity, please, and-"
-"No, that's what it means," Merlin said slowly, concisely. "Americans are very direct." He seated himself at the kitchen table to watch Arthur fumble through an MSN conversation with a contact on Kelly's list. "Oh, you found Lleanne," Merlin chirped, half tempted to wave at this person that they could not see. He had finally met the fiery blond girl earlier that day. She and Kelly had a very long history, all the way back to middle school. Some of the stories he'd heard made him look at the Time Traveler in a whole new light. "And…so far she thinks you are a moron. See that LMFAO?"
Arthur nodded, not sure he wanted to ask. He didn't have to ask—Merlin volunteered the translation. Once again, he hurried to stop his servant from uttering such offensive words in the Anderson home, all but smacking the man upside the head to get his point across. "Honestly," he huffed. "Why must such colourful words adorn these conversations? And how dare you repeat such words to me!"
Merlin shrugged. "You asked me to tell you, Sire," he reminded his Prince. He reached over and quickly typed an answer to her question, and he laughed out loud when she responded. "ROFL." He received a sharp glance and just blinked at the Prince for a moment. "Roll On the Floor Laughing."
Arthur raised an eyebrow at his servant, his face the picture of confusion and disdain. "Why on earth would I do that?" It seemed a most undignified thing to do at the moment.
Merlin shook his head, muttering, "Never mind, Sire, just…never mind." This was going to be a very long process, he decided.
A/N:
And…that's how I think a first go-round with MSN might unfold. Have a great night, all!