Merlin tries to keep track himself, but between trying to hold it in and keeping himself from laughing, numbers are hard. He's so close though, he can feel it.
Fourteen...fifteen...
He looks over at Hanna and raises his eyebrows in a cocky manner, fighting off the urge to choke-laugh as he pretends this weed ain't shit. Poor little horsey baby, maybe all that breathing underwater kept his lungs from getting stronger? Ugh, that would've been so funny... Too bad he can't actually say it now.
Sixteen...seventeen...
He's pretty sure he's in the clear now, but he's also a ham. Should he push it just to rub it in his friend's face? Hanna isn't like, say, Arthur who's always trying to compete with him, after all. Their friendship is much more...softer, less stressful, and yet he can't help himself. He's sorry, Hanna, he simply craves attention, and sometimes that attention comes from being the better bong boy.
Eighteen...nineteen......twenty.....
Merlin can't keep the game up any longer and laugh-coughs his way across the finish line, flopping over as he hysterically tries to regain his breath. Absolutely ridiculous, he hopes he's made his point.]
Ooooohhhh.... [He wheezes as he gets back up, grinning like an asshole as his leaky eyes stain his bright green cheeks with tears.] And I do believe you just got Merlin'd~
[He's so glad Hanna's taken a liking to the pillows, because Merlin then grabs one and chucks it at the kelpie.]
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Merlin tries to keep track himself, but between trying to hold it in and keeping himself from laughing, numbers are hard. He's so close though, he can feel it.
Fourteen...fifteen...
He looks over at Hanna and raises his eyebrows in a cocky manner, fighting off the urge to choke-laugh as he pretends this weed ain't shit. Poor little horsey baby, maybe all that breathing underwater kept his lungs from getting stronger? Ugh, that would've been so funny... Too bad he can't actually say it now.
Sixteen...seventeen...
He's pretty sure he's in the clear now, but he's also a ham. Should he push it just to rub it in his friend's face? Hanna isn't like, say, Arthur who's always trying to compete with him, after all. Their friendship is much more...softer, less stressful, and yet he can't help himself. He's sorry, Hanna, he simply craves attention, and sometimes that attention comes from being the better bong boy.
Eighteen...nineteen......twenty.....
Merlin can't keep the game up any longer and laugh-coughs his way across the finish line, flopping over as he hysterically tries to regain his breath. Absolutely ridiculous, he hopes he's made his point.]
Ooooohhhh.... [He wheezes as he gets back up, grinning like an asshole as his leaky eyes stain his bright green cheeks with tears.] And I do believe you just got Merlin'd~
[He's so glad Hanna's taken a liking to the pillows, because Merlin then grabs one and chucks it at the kelpie.]
"Fantasy flower?!" Really?!