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[purpleandgray]

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

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[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.