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[purpleandgray]

can't be bothered to prove I'm human with every comment.

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[purpleandgray]

"I have a gift, brother," Merlin admits while he drops the second shot into his throat and then turns towards the bar.

He kind of agrees with Despil, though. This is a mood downer and it shouldn't be allowed to exist.

"I'm sure you've heard of the practice. It's about you and another person, having a steady, repeated relationship."

He tried it. A few times. It doesn't seem to work well at all for Merlin. It probably works even less for Despil.

[despil]

​"When have you ever known me to be steady about anything?"

Or anyone, for that matter. This is kind of a lie; he's mostly been steady about things relating to Marco. But people have exceptions sometimes. It doesn't mean there's been a fundamental change in Despil himself. He would convince himself of this, in any case.

"Why do you ask? Are you 'dating' someone?" He emphasizes the word with a teasing smirk before he takes a fresh shot and pours it down his throat.

[purpleandgray]

Merlin doesn't say anything but he has perfected this uncanny ability to look like he knows something you don't. It's really annoying, he is very aware. And it's why he does it.

"I thought we were talking about your lady friends I shouldn't make jealous," he says with easy laughter. "I've dated. You know. Did I ever tell you about Julia? She haunted me across the universe and tried to kill me because she thought I was some sort of monster. Jurt might have helped along with that perception here and there."

He shrugs. "I think they're dating or something. I'm not really sure. At least they have some common hobbies."

Did he just evade a question? He kind of did.

[despil]

​Fine, you don't wanna talk. Despil rolls his eyes and lets it drop. He's perfected the elusive slip too, and recognizes it in others. Fortunately for Merlin, he's never been a meddling snoop about shit people would prefer to keep a lid on.

But he will say this: "You can stop looking at me like that, you know."

And he knows that you know what he's talking about.

[purpleandgray]

Laughing, Merlin bumps his shoulder on Despil but puts that look away. It's mostly there to annoy Jurt (and Marco) after all. Despil is a little more perceptive about these things. Merlin doesn't have to have ammunition to cock a gun...

"Alright, fair. I was seeing someone for a while. Then a coup happened and I disappeared, you know how these things go."

He shouldn't really think about it. He doesn't have the time or safe enough situation to give it much room right now. But he isn't exactly the type to go for one night stands either, like Despil.

[despil]

​"Such a badly timed coup," he says almost sympathetically. As if there's such a thing as a well timed one. Despil was never one for steady dating, but if a coup interrupted a good situation for Merlin, then he can at least pretend to be regretful for him. Okay, maybe he can try harder.

But really ... she's better off. No point in tangling her into the messes of the king of the courts.

"You should ask them depose you when you're in the middle of a nasty break-up. Ladies love it when you disappear on them then. If they don't disappear you, first."

Also, you should know never to take dating advice from Despil Sawall.

[purpleandgray]

Merlin's brows shoot up in an expression that is down right sympathetic. Despil, brother, it's not a surprise no one really sticks by you for a long while.

"Do they really?" he asks with a small chuckle. "I feel like my experience says otherwise. Julia came after me with a whole arsenal of spells. This time I got dumped. It's fine. It's probably better this way. Who knows what kind of shit will rain on my parade from this coup."

Yeah, okay, enough about coups and failed realtionships. He's losing his pleasant buzz.

"Are we singing more or shall we find a new place for the rest of the evening?"

[despil]

It's for their own good, really. Despil would be the first to tell you that he's not the guy for you if you're in it for the long haul. He's much too here and there for that sort of steadiness. Fortunately for him, there are plenty of women who agree with this sentiment, which means fewer instances of messy disappearances.

"Meh, I'm just about done here."

He plucks off some panties that have somehow gotten tucked into his jacket, a frilly baby blue colored thing that he sets on a bar stool for its owner to find later.