[Hanna barks a laugh from the closet where he is currently procuring the rest of his Smoking Materials.]
Oh yeah? Nagas are the weed champions? I never woulda guessed!
[And now he's on his way back with a bong as long as his forearm, and an intricate wooden box, setting it down on the pile of books next to the bed while he plops down next to his buds.]
My money woulda been on gargoyles for sure. Or like, demons or somethin'!
I dunno how, but I don't think I know any of those peeps you just mentioned. Clearly I gotta change that.
[He opens the box to reveal a baggie full of bright green leaf, a handful of colorful lighters and a tiny pipe. He opens the baggie to begin loading up the bowl, the bong secured between his knobby horse knees.]
Alright, Mr. Adventure, you're aaabsolutely a hundred and ten percent sure you're ready to do this?
Merlin raises his eyebrows when he sees Hanna's bong, definitely impressed. But if he's to play the part of Prince Baby, he needs to keep up his nonsense.]
I...think so, yes. That's the bubbler then? Now that is certainly some fine, fine craftsmanship. ...Would you be opposed to letting me borrow it later on tonight? I'm positive I could make all sorts of potions with such an impressive vial.
[Lord help him, it's taking everything in him not to laugh at his own bullshit.]
[Okay, this is getting silly. But Maya's not one to call that out, no, she's always here to play along with a bit, even when it becomes more obvious— she bites her lips in for a moment to prevent too big a smile, and ups the ante—]
Whoever holds it the longest gets the next shotguuuun~
[He's trying so hard not to laugh-- is it cruel to tease the storybook prince with this sort of thing? He can't for the life of him imagine that Literal Merlin, married to Literal Snow White would have any idea what cannabis is!
He has no idea that he's the one being teased.
And honestly, he couldn't care even if he did, because the idea of shotgunning Maya is too good to pass up. So he's just gonna postpone the nasty dunk he was gonna slam on Merlin for now.]
Well, now hold on. I can breathe underwater, I'm pretty sure I can hold it for a hot minute! I'm not sure that's very fair to our sweet, innocent, tender prince here~
[Don't mind Maya quenching the cherry on that joint in Hanna's bowl— it's avoiding waste, you see— as if she's worried the darn thing will burn down before anyone else gets to smoke it. Which at this point, Could happen.
She very nearly almost tips the gosh dang bong over when she flinches, holding back a snort after what Merlin says. Hay for brains...]
[And to punctuate his challenge, he leans down and takes the fattest rip he can manage, motioning to Maya for her to start the count once he pulls up. He hands the piece to Merlin, frowning with his puffed up cheeks as he holds onto that breath for approximately...
17 seconds. Before he dies.
He reaches for one of his pillows to smother the coughing and keep himself from hacking all over his friends.
[But before he can complain further, Hanna is already taking the fattest rip and Merlin HAS to see what he's up against. Can he really hold all of that for a long enough time?
He doesn't even make half a minute before coughing, and now the ball is in Merlin's court. Or rather, the bong is in his lap. This was all fun and games, but now some sort of prize is on the line.
[So yeah, while he inhales, he makes sure to wiggle his eyebrows at Maya. He may not be as over zealous as Hanna—because he's not always stupid—but he definitely takes in more than any first timer should. There's no baby's first coughing fit either as he leans back, smiling as best he can in comparison to Hanna's frown.]
Yeah...... just hold on..... reeeeaaally want to savor this...... first time experience.........
[Maya counts on her fingers when Hanna hits it, marking the time with an eager—]
Seventeen!
[She's even more pleased when Merlin's turn begins, though, catching the movement of his brows and pressing her sharp top teeth into her bottom lip, not doing a great job at holding back a smile at all. She counts on her hands again, muttering aloud;]
One, two, three...
[All the while quite giddy inside. It's more than just getting to play a trick on Hanna, no— Merlin is playing with them. He's keeping up, and she can just feel how silly this is all going to be— and it's good. Maya's lost a few friends herself here and there due to the simple passage of time in this place, and Hanna's been all.. sequestered, since Adrian ate him and Ronnie disappeared.
Not to mention, Hanna's not the only concern; she hasn't really seen Merlin play with them like this yet, or if he has, Maya's only just noticed this time. Maybe it's just the weed, but it's nice to see them both in a good, playful mood.]
[Hanna eventually gains control of his lungs again, and but he still squeezes the pillow against his body while watching Merlin take this hit. His eyes are bloodshot, his face is wet from cough-crying, but he is still grinning like a moron while he waits on this thing to absolutely ruin Merlin.
He knows he didn't win-- that wasn't anywhere close to his record --but it's still gonna be worth it just to watch what happens next.]
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.]
His reaction time is unfortunately down at the moment, so he swipes at the pillow projectile just a moment too late, leaving him swatting ineffectively at the air.]
[But then he is most indignant, pouting as he lifts his own pillow like he's going to smack Merlin in return. But then he stops, dropping it back into his lap.]
[Hehe, he's just a little too pleased as he looks over at Hanna.]
I lived with six other grown men who just left incredibly sheltered lives to go off adventuring, what did you THINK we did when we got bored?! That we...sat around and crocheted?!
[...And at that, he has to chuckle at his own mental image of Arthur's meaty hands holding needles... Haha, he doesn't have the dexterity for that.]
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You know? You've got a point. Guess I can't assume gargoyles are like, the best at weed.
Especially since it's actually Nagas.
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Oh yeah? Nagas are the weed champions? I never woulda guessed!
[And now he's on his way back with a bong as long as his forearm, and an intricate wooden box, setting it down on the pile of books next to the bed while he plops down next to his buds.]
My money woulda been on gargoyles for sure. Or like, demons or somethin'!
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Lust's the one who first gave me some when I was... injured,
[just gonna move right along there—]
And Doc Fidds smokes me out every time I come over!
Oh, and Taako and Lup are like, the weed experts. And Naga experts. They're great at everything, actually.
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I dunno how, but I don't think I know any of those peeps you just mentioned. Clearly I gotta change that.
[He opens the box to reveal a baggie full of bright green leaf, a handful of colorful lighters and a tiny pipe. He opens the baggie to begin loading up the bowl, the bong secured between his knobby horse knees.]
Alright, Mr. Adventure, you're aaabsolutely a hundred and ten percent sure you're ready to do this?
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Merlin raises his eyebrows when he sees Hanna's bong, definitely impressed. But if he's to play the part of Prince Baby, he needs to keep up his nonsense.]
I...think so, yes. That's the bubbler then? Now that is certainly some fine, fine craftsmanship. ...Would you be opposed to letting me borrow it later on tonight? I'm positive I could make all sorts of potions with such an impressive vial.
[Lord help him, it's taking everything in him not to laugh at his own bullshit.]
That is, if I don't mess this up, of course.
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Whoever holds it the longest gets the next shotguuuun~
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He has no idea that he's the one being teased.
And honestly, he couldn't care even if he did, because the idea of shotgunning Maya is too good to pass up. So he's just gonna postpone the nasty dunk he was gonna slam on Merlin for now.]
Well, now hold on. I can breathe underwater, I'm pretty sure I can hold it for a hot minute! I'm not sure that's very fair to our sweet, innocent, tender prince here~
[But Hanna, smoke is not water.]
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[Merlin doesn't even know what a regular shotgun is, but this sounds desirable.]
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She very nearly almost tips the gosh dang bong over when she flinches, holding back a snort after what Merlin says. Hay for brains...]
1/2
[And he scoots back on the bed to cross his legs under himself, the bong nestled in his lap.]
I was gonna go easy on ya. But now me and this bong are gonna kick your little green butt.
2/2
17 seconds. Before he dies.
He reaches for one of his pillows to smother the coughing and keep himself from hacking all over his friends.
Pardon him while he coughs his lungs up. ]
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[But before he can complain further, Hanna is already taking the fattest rip and Merlin HAS to see what he's up against. Can he really hold all of that for a long enough time?
He doesn't even make half a minute before coughing, and now the ball is in Merlin's court. Or rather, the bong is in his lap. This was all fun and games, but now some sort of prize is on the line.
And Merlin likes to win.]
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alwaysstupid—but he definitely takes in more than any first timer should. There's no baby's first coughing fit either as he leans back, smiling as best he can in comparison to Hanna's frown.]Yeah...... just hold on..... reeeeaaally want to savor this...... first time experience.........
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Seventeen!
[She's even more pleased when Merlin's turn begins, though, catching the movement of his brows and pressing her sharp top teeth into her bottom lip, not doing a great job at holding back a smile at all. She counts on her hands again, muttering aloud;]
One, two, three...
[All the while quite giddy inside. It's more than just getting to play a trick on Hanna, no— Merlin is playing with them. He's keeping up, and she can just feel how silly this is all going to be— and it's good. Maya's lost a few friends herself here and there due to the simple passage of time in this place, and Hanna's been all.. sequestered, since Adrian ate him and Ronnie disappeared.
Not to mention, Hanna's not the only concern; she hasn't really seen Merlin play with them like this yet, or if he has, Maya's only just noticed this time. Maybe it's just the weed, but it's nice to see them both in a good, playful mood.]
Ten... eleven...
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He knows he didn't win-- that wasn't anywhere close to his record --but it's still gonna be worth it just to watch what happens next.]
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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?!
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His reaction time is unfortunately down at the moment, so he swipes at the pillow projectile just a moment too late, leaving him swatting ineffectively at the air.]
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Are you saying you already knew what weed was?!
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[Maya seems far too pleased, clapping her hands and smiling Hanna's way.]
You did say he said he would be cool about it!
Looks like we have a new champion.
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I lived with six other grown men who just left incredibly sheltered lives to go off adventuring, what did you THINK we did when we got bored?! That we...sat around and crocheted?!
[...And at that, he has to chuckle at his own mental image of Arthur's meaty hands holding needles... Haha, he doesn't have the dexterity for that.]
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but then the final piece of the puzzle rotates and shifts into place.]
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[It's all coming together.]
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