#maybe modern

Merlin: Clotpole

Arthur: Total Buffoon

Merlin: Cabbage-Head

Arthur: Turnip-Head

Merlin: Royal Ass

Arthur: I know you are but what am I

Merlin: You immature prat

Arthur: Complete Idiot

Merlin: If I'm marrying you of course I am

Arthur, confused: You and Gwaine?

Merlin: What no, you and me.

tonight, she works the night shift — her feet are killing her & she cannot wait to go home. a couple of patrons are still spread about, enjoying a night cup of coffee & midnight breakfast. ramona can’t blame them for taking advantage of their all-day breakfast deal. still, she is experiencing burnout & working at the diner sometimes takes a lot out of her, especially with school in the way.

with her hair tied in a ponytail, donning a cute baby pink waitress uniform, she makes her way toward the next patron who patiently awaits their order. “hello, welcome to… wait, i know you.” it’s hard to hide the familiar face of the man she had a strange encounter a while back. “shit — sorry, i didn’t realize you were waiting. my bad. what would you like? a coffee? Maybe a rootbeer float?” she eyes him carefully, & the thought that enters her mind she cannot help but spew out before she is able to filter it. “you look like shit, man, you alright tonight?” good one, ramona.

He wasn’t sure where the words had come from or why she had ever thought to feel that way. Whatever it was that was between him and Lia was a little unorthodox, and he wasn’t sure if there was actually a name for the kind of friendship they had. But to know that she valued him as much to believe she had let him down, meant more to him than she would ever know probably.

Sure, it was all a bit of a shitty situation -- but that was usually how it went with Finn. He had a sort of bad luck magnet. In fact, he would have no luck at all if he didn’t have bad luck.

asoiaf/got inspired starter sentences ;