Merlin's bracelet // IC Contact (Old)

[dragonspeak]

Arthur, you can't be serious. Oh, come on--ow!

[Merlin's voice, slightly muffled because of the distance at first, is much clearer when he speaks again
after a few seconds, though he sounds anything but cheerful. If anything, he sounds sullen.]

It's Merlin. Sorry I missed you. I'm probably at the hospital or... [here, he pauses,
then continues like the words are being dragged out of him in the most painful manner possible.] Or being useful for my amazingly skilled, patient, and forgiving master instead of
dallying about and picking flowers like the girl's petticoat I usually am.

[A pained moment of silence.]

Leave a message for me here and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

[Click]

Comments

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[destinationchange]

You're one to talk, your Royal Pratness.

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[pratentious]

You're lucky I'm a kind and forgiving master or you'd've lost your tongue a thousand times by now, Merlin.

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[destinationchange]

Wouldn't you miss my silly little retorts? You said it yourself, remember.

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[pratentious]

I rescind any previous statements belying friendship of any sort with you.

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[destinationchange]

Could say the same for you.

Now stop confusing the poor newcomers.

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[pratentious]

I'm not confusing her! She asked about the gods' abilities and I sent her to the best resource I know of. If anything, I'm being extremely helpful.