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[agravaiting]

He rides in on a horse that looks like it's seen better days, in worn and bloody gear, and the first words out of his mouth are "Jesus be damned." Turns out these words are addressed to the horse, because he follows it up by leaning along her neck and adding, "Of all the places to bring me, you Satan-bred animal. Where the hell is it?"

Then he

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[myrddin_wyllt]

Here's a Merlin. He's not particularly amused at Agravaine's arrival, but he decided Not To Meddle Anymore.

So.

He's just. You know. Hanging Out. Smoking his pipe. Nothing to see, folks, nothing to see.

[agravaiting]

...

"Oh, you."

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin looks back at him sedately.

"Good afternoon to you as well, Agravaine."

Old geezer is not standing or bowing. Because he can.

[agravaiting]

"Your house?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Bollocks no," he replies with a chuckle. "To quote his majesty your father, I'm not the kind of jackass that would build a a multi-story fishing cabin with with Corinthian columns.” He smirks.

I'm another kind of jackass.

[agravaiting]

"...My father's here?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Our paragon of tender speech has not been seen in a while." He makes a vague gesture towards the woods. "He did get himself a proper cabin, though."

[agravaiting]

"Wonderful. Old bastard."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"You're welcome." Very inexpressively.

[agravaiting]

"He's always around."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"So it seems," Merlin replies sedately.

[agravaiting]

"And so are you," he adds, bluntly, although not as disrespectfully as he might--doesn't do to piss off the wizard.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Only at convenient times," Merlin replies, almost amused.

[agravaiting]

He makes a rudish sound through his teeth. "King here, then?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"If you had to guess?"

Even such a simple question as that is a complex one, at the Mansion.

[agravaiting]

"I'm not going to guess, I asked you."