[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.]
[Merlin opens his mouth, ready to ask how Hanna could possibly know about his wife, but the way he suddenly looks has him....very concerned. Even after the weed.]
It's one thing to have all his secrets so close to being exposed, it's a whole other thing when they're threatened to be exposed INCORRECTLY. His very good friend Hanna is seriously trying to imply he's NOT a prince?!]
Whatever it is you're thinking— [He says through clenched teeth.] —quit thinking it.
[And just like that, all the pride Merlin's gained from their little contest goes down the drain when he finds himself at Hanna's mercy. He's utterly heartbroken, out of ALL the people to hold this against him, Hanna was the last person he expected.]
Maya was right. He is a delicate flower, isn't he.
But hey, Hanna has empathy, he gets why someone might not want something like that to be mentioned-- and it doesn't seem like Maya has caught on quite yet... He will be merciful. Maybe he'll question him about it later...
He wraps one arm around Merlin's shoulders and pulls him into a tight hug, resting his chin atop Merlin's head.]
Awww, c'mon man! I'm just messin' with ya!
[With a grimace, he glances towards Maya from over the pitiful nymph, and mouths "I see what you mean." while rubbing little circles on Merlin's back.]
Honestly, I wish I'd read the story with Snow White's Wizard-Prince Husband, cos it sounds waaaay cooler!
[Maya lifts her brows as if to say to Hanna— see? before she gestures to her eyes and pokes out her lips in a puppy dog pout, mimicking Merlin's pitiful face, and then shrugs. He's delicate, it's true. But at least Maya hasn't forgotten about the winner's prize; she reaches for that joint again and lights it, waiting for Hanna and Merlin to sort out their little scuffle.
...But... the name of the story is Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
The Seven dwarves! So that's what Hanna was on about!
Maya nearly snorts into the joint itself, but catches herself quickly— and... keeps her mouth shut.
Because... they've got to be gentle with Merlin's sensitivities, after all.
...her smile softens into something coy and knowing, though, and she steals Hanna's lighter from beside him to get that joint lit.]
Alright, you cool dudes, don't ruin the party right as it's starting!
[She scolds, playful, sure that Hanna won't mind the help breaking up the awkwardness.]
[Merlin sits silently the entire time Hanna rests on him, his face says all he needs to say anyway. Inaccuracies or not, Hanna knows his deepest, darkest secret somehow and has shown he is NOT afraid to use it against him. Forgive him if he's not thrilled over this revelation, Merlin just figured the ONE THING he could have in a new, horrible world was the fact that no one would ever have to know about...................THAT.
The only thing that keeps him from crawling into a hole to die is the way Hanna rubs his back. Regardless of his sudden newfound fear of the kelpie and the power he now holds over him, that still feels...really good.
And Merlin has become more touch starved than he realized since his arrival.]
[He frowns, sitting up a bit so he can actually look Merlin in the face. For just a moment he looks serious, sincere, but then he's got that crooked, apologetic grin again.]
Fer real, I'm sorry, dude. I was just screwin' around. I didn't mean anything by it.
You can hit me with the pillow again if it'd make you feel better? Or, yanno, take your prize and really rub it in my face?
[...Oh great, and now they're treating him like a baby again. Merlin shows zero amusement when Hanna makes eye contact and in fact puffs out his cheeks as he pouts, which surely doesn't emphasize his need to be babied. Rest assured, he will have to have a very serious talk with Hanna.........sometime in the future. He'll have to build up the willpower to actually bring it up, it's not a conversation he's going to want to have.
...
Thank fuck they're smoking, though, because even Merlin can't dwell on this forever.]
Right. That's right. I won a prize. [He waves his hand as if to brush away all his lingering dread.] I'd like to receive it now.
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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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No. Fucking. Way.
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Whaaaaaaaaat?
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Yeah? Yeah? What is it?? Tell me!
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[As he leeeeans in to Merlin's personal space, an accusatory finger waggling in his face.]
Because I bet you were something else, weren't you!
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It's one thing to have all his secrets so close to being exposed, it's a whole other thing when they're threatened to be exposed INCORRECTLY. His very good friend Hanna is seriously trying to imply he's NOT a prince?!]
Whatever it is you're thinking— [He says through clenched teeth.] —quit thinking it.
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Gonna keep grinning.]
Or what~?
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We're supposed to be friends!!
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Maya was right. He is a delicate flower, isn't he.
But hey, Hanna has empathy, he gets why someone might not want something like that to be mentioned-- and it doesn't seem like Maya has caught on quite yet... He will be merciful. Maybe he'll question him about it later...
He wraps one arm around Merlin's shoulders and pulls him into a tight hug, resting his chin atop Merlin's head.]
Awww, c'mon man! I'm just messin' with ya!
[With a grimace, he glances towards Maya from over the pitiful nymph, and mouths "I see what you mean." while rubbing little circles on Merlin's back.]
Honestly, I wish I'd read the story with Snow White's Wizard-Prince Husband, cos it sounds waaaay cooler!
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...But... the name of the story is Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
The Seven dwarves! So that's what Hanna was on about!
Maya nearly snorts into the joint itself, but catches herself quickly— and... keeps her mouth shut.
Because... they've got to be gentle with Merlin's sensitivities, after all.
...her smile softens into something coy and knowing, though, and she steals Hanna's lighter from beside him to get that joint lit.]
Alright, you cool dudes, don't ruin the party right as it's starting!
[She scolds, playful, sure that Hanna won't mind the help breaking up the awkwardness.]
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The only thing that keeps him from crawling into a hole to die is the way Hanna rubs his back. Regardless of his sudden newfound fear of the kelpie and the power he now holds over him, that still feels...really good.
And Merlin has become more touch starved than he realized since his arrival.]
Woo.
[That's his party noise.]
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[It's kind of endearing. Merlin wants them to baby him, but not to treat him like a baby. She totally knows the feeling.
Ahh... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon.]
You'll forget allll your worries once we get some more of this in you.
Isn't that right, Hanna?
[Maya asks, gently shoving at them both with her foot.]
Besides, you won the next shotgun hit, just as promised.
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Fer real, I'm sorry, dude. I was just screwin' around. I didn't mean anything by it.
You can hit me with the pillow again if it'd make you feel better? Or, yanno, take your prize and really rub it in my face?
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...
Thank fuck they're smoking, though, because even Merlin can't dwell on this forever.]
Right. That's right. I won a prize. [He waves his hand as if to brush away all his lingering dread.] I'd like to receive it now.
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