[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.
[Maya shifts closer to the both of them without getting up in a weird wiggle, depositing herself between the two and forcing just a little clearance between them. She has to heft her big ol pool toy tail over Hanna's leg to do this, but at least she's kind enough to pass the bong back to him from its safe and secure place definitely-not-on-top-of-books as his consolation prize.
And who knows, he might get the second shot gun.
As it is, there's a couple of ways to do this, but really only one that will both be able to be rubbed in Hanna's face and not actually involve any mouth-to-mouth contact, as puffing on the same joint as though it's a poorly-played pocky game really isn't going to cut it.]
Keep your mouth open,
[She instructs, trusting that the following instruction to breathe in will be pretty obvious.]
[And Hanna is gonna work on another rip while they do their business, totally not squinting over the mouth of the bong as he does. No, he's not jealous. Why would he be jealous?
Nevermind that it looks like, from this angle, Merlin is receiving more than just a hit--]
[Maya draws in a breath of that joint into her mouth without breathing it into her lungs, holding it there as she lifts Merlin's chin just the slightest bit more with a touch of the very tips of her claws. Whether Hanna can see or not, Maya's lips don't come too close to Merlin's— just close enough to breathe that air back out and into Merlin's mouth, for him to take instead.]
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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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[Maya shifts closer to the both of them without getting up in a weird wiggle, depositing herself between the two and forcing just a little clearance between them. She has to heft her big ol pool toy tail over Hanna's leg to do this, but at least she's kind enough to pass the bong back to him from its safe and secure place definitely-not-on-top-of-books as his consolation prize.
And who knows, he might get the second shot gun.
As it is, there's a couple of ways to do this, but really only one that will both be able to be rubbed in Hanna's face and not actually involve any mouth-to-mouth contact, as puffing on the same joint as though it's a poorly-played pocky game really isn't going to cut it.]
Keep your mouth open,
[She instructs, trusting that the following instruction to breathe in will be pretty obvious.]
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Nevermind that it looks like, from this angle, Merlin is receiving more than just a hit--]
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