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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: ‘The Mistletoe Mishap’ / Tuesday, December 20th / 3:00 PM.
Location: Corridors Around Great Hall
Open to: ANYONE. That's how Troy rolls.
Currently Involving: Troy.

Troy Boy, you are a bonafide GENIUS. Why, this is what that spell was INVENTED for! Troy thought to himself as he swaggered through the halls, wand in one hand, aimed

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[frogleygoof]

"YO!" Troy stopped in his tracks, hearing someone at least attempt to sing back with the same carol. Not letting his control of the mistletoe waver, he practically jumped with excitement and ran forward a bit. No matter that his brain didn't exactly pick up on the fact that the voice sounded boy-ish. The only thing floating through his mind were the two words: GIRL and SNOG.

Well. That was nothing new, honestly.

Troy held his arms out in a gesture of embrace, closing his eyes and calling out "HERE I AM, BABY!", waiting for said bird to run up and snog him good. Of course, what girl wouldn't?! At least, Troy figured that reasoning was effective. It may have been the opposite. He was too busy to care! For all he knew, he had them all flocking to him like moths to a flame.

Suddenly, he heard a BLOKE scream! Troy opened his eyes and saw Merry, then burst out in laughter. "Oy mate!" He dropped the mistletoe, as well as his wand, doubling over, holding his stomach through his guffaws. "Got my 'opes ALL up, ye' did!" He stood up, seeing him slowly retreat, which made him laugh more. "Oh come ON, I'm not THAT scary, Flanagan!"

He stood up straight, holding out a handshake to the Gryffindor. "What? No snogs? You're joking, you are! What about New Years and mistletoe and summat? I'm sure there are plenty of those Lion girlies who'd want to snog you a Happy Holidays." Ooh. Gryffindor girls. Yeah. Troy liked them too. "Well, if not, I'll take them for you, eh?"

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Signed, sealed, delivered?" Merry asked awkwardly, trying not to laugh at Troy's outstretched arms. THIS WAS NO TIME TO LAUGH! This was a time to be frightened out of his trousers and take off for the nearest hiding place.

Except... wait a minute! WAIT JUST A BLEEDIN' MINUTE! Did he have a girly voice? HMMN!? Did Troy come running at him because he thought he was a BIRD!? That was too much! That was incredibly NOT okay. Honestly, he was trying to prove himself to not be girly with a name like "Merry". Had he been cursed with a confusing name AND a feminine voice? Not fair. Not fair at all. He was going to have to get a hair cut, at least, to balance things out. And possibly make his dancing more manish. STEP DANCING WAS VERY MANLY, but.. mostly in his own opinion, and his own opinion was not MANLY enough for the likes of Troy Frogley, obviously!

" 'S not YOU I'm afraid of, Frogley! 'S yer bleedin' lips! They're after me own an' I'm not havin' it, even if 'twere yer birthday. Which... is it? Or are ye havin' me on?" Merlin asked him in suspicion, raising an eyebrow and pulling out his wand. Really, he didn't see the point of pulling out his wand, but it was something to do to make him seem more prepared or... summat.

"Ladies o' the Gryffindor sort? Aye righ'! They t'ink o' poor Merlin as someone te poke fun at, as 'twere! I'll not be givin' em the satisfaction o' seein' me best work," Merlin said with a pout, sighing and taking the bloke's hand after a moment. They were friends. No use in getting upset over being accosted in the corridor!

"Ye can have 'em boyo! There's only one lady in me 'eart, an' she's after another... if I've got it straight," Merlin answered him with a shrug of the shoulders. He could have the Gryffindor girls, so long as he didn't leave any of them heartbroken. Merlin was a little protective of them, bless him.

[frogleygoof]

Troy gathered his wand and his beloved mistletoe, placing both in his pockets clumsily. "What makes ye' think my lips want to snog YOU, eh? They just got confused, that's all. They tend to do that, now and again," he joked, stepping back sarcastically. "Oy! Gryffindor! Simmer down now! I promise, swear on my heart and the Queen Mum, I WILL NOT snog you."

"Now why'd they think that, ol' chap? Well then they don't know what they're missing. But I reckon I WILL take ye' up on that offer, at least for that Zoe bird and. . .uh. . .what's-her-face. Curly hair. Hangs about with some tall chap. Loud. Ah never mind!" he shook Merlin's hand, grasping it tightly and giving him a smack on the arm.

Ooh. A lady. . .in his heart? Who didn't want him?! What could that ever MEAN? Troy wouldn't know, of course, as every girl was desperately in love with him! Without a doubt! Or, at least, as far as Troy knew, and he always remained a bit too positive. Still, this perhaps allowed Troy to cast a bit of the old Frogley know-how. . .or something like that. "Ah, unrequited," he nodded solemnly, putting his hands in his pockets. "Tricky. But you know, mate, if ye' ever need any 'elp or assistance, you can ALWAYS come to me. That's me. Resident. . .Love Doctor. Or something. Nah, that just sounds odd. You come up with a title, I'm terrible with titles. But who ever coudl you mean?!" Well, of course, Frogley would know who he was talking about, at least by name. And helping people out? (Or showing off, more like?) That was yet another thing he could do to fill up his time with!

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin shot Troy his very best 'if you are lying I will hex you' look, which... well, was not very convincing to be perfectly honest, before relaxing and chuckling a bit to himself. He wasn't quite sure it was possible for lips to get confused, as it was much more of the brain's job to be all befuddled, in his opinion. Troy's words, however, were somewhat reassuring of NON-snogging.

"Well, if yer goin' t'be swearin' on yer 'eart AN' the Queen Mam!? 'Spose I'll have t'be givin' ye me trust, boyo," Merlin said a bit jokingly, though also rather seriously. It was a very confusing issue, this boy snogging business. He was glad to be rid of it and on to... further awkward discussion.

At least this type of awkward dicussion he could handle. A few quick nods of the head, an 'aye, righ' gorgeous bird' or two, and possibly a wink for good measure and it would all be over. No worrying about the consequences of Christmas decorations and too much Fa La La-ing about.

"They're thinkin' it because I ne'er gave 'em a reason not te do so! Always been a bit of an eejit when it comes te girlies 'fraid," Merlin lied, shrugging his shoulders. Seemed much more reasonable that he wouldn't know how to deal with girls then to say he wasn't interested in most of them. It took someone special to catch his eye in a more than friendly manner. A bit embarrassing, but Merlin was a wee bit of a romantic! He'd rather be known as a bumbling fool around girls than a romantic. Insane, perhaps, but he had his logic and he was clinging to it!

"Ah'm jus' sayin' there's a lass tha's sort o' pulled on me 'eart strings an' I'm leavin' it at that, boyo! If I e'er should need advice, I'll be comin' t'ye, but... fer righ' now I'm jus' tryin' not to ruin a friendship, ye see?" Merlin explained, patting the bloke on the shoulder and trying not to think of a name. Honestly, he couldn't go around calling people anything even similar to 'love doctor'. It would frighten the younger years, probably. At least that was the excuse he was using.

[frogleygoof]

"You know it, sport! I'm the most trustworthy chap at this school," Troy said in his usual, cocky tone of voice, completely buying into it. He was terribly gullible, and even believed what he convinced HIMSELF of.

Was the conversation awkward? It wasn't to Troy, but then again, he never exactly found anything terribly awkward. He usually saw past the awkwardness. He listened to what Merlin had to say, yet was quite busy multitasking and thinking of those two Gryffindors he had an eye on at the moment. "Oh yeah? Never. All in your mind. Besides, girls usually like that." Did they? How would Troy know? He had it all figured that all he had to do was BREATHE and there they were! Then again, Troy wasn't the type who was 'romantic,' so to speak. He had the rest of his life to worry about that. Now, all he wanted was a wee bit of fun.

Troy shot him a silly look, "Ah, I see, hidin' it, eh? I'll figure out soon enough! Even better yet, I'll find a girl that's keen on you! But yeah, I reckon that's a good point right there, they do tend to get all weird on ye' when they're friends and then more. But SERIOUSLY!" his face brightened, his eyes widened, he looked positively thrilled, "If you need ANY help, just ask!"

Troy would've talked more about girls, at length, actually, but figured Merlin didn't want to. After all, he was clearly down in the dumps about the whole girl situation, or as far as he could tell, and best to just leave it there. "Enough about them! So, why aren't you back home for the Chrimbo 'ols? Can't tear yourself away from 'Ogwarts?"

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Tha's sayin' quite a bit, innit?" Merlin said sarcastically, not really knowing whether Troy would pick up on the insult or not. It wasn't a serious statement, just a joke, but Merry did wonder how Troy managed to have so much self confidence. Either he was extremely good at lying to himself, or was truly oblivious. It was terrible that Merlin's mind assumed it would be one of those two conclusions, but he wasn't much of a optimist.

"Are ye aff yer 'ead, boyo? What ye tryin' te get me te believe all tha' blarney fer? No lass 's goin' te want a bloke tha' can't even say what 'e means!" Merlin argued, though he really wasn't in a position to say he knew more than Troy did. It wasn't as if he was surrounded by swoony girlie types! No, he was usually accompanied by a furry creature of some sort, his brother, or a confused firstie that wanted to know if the rumors were true and his name was really Merlin.

One thing was for sure, however, and that was the fact that Merry was not the girl crazy sort of bloke. He'd never really seen the fun in going around snogging people at random and claiming it was a sport, or assuming oneself to be able to get any girl one pleased and then going around bragging about it or... whatever blokes his age spent all their time doing. He'd always enjoyed works of fiction and dancing, and really? That was about it. That and magic, and spending time with his best mate... who happened to be a girl, a girl that was fancying some bloke he didn't know of. BUGGER.

"If ye could actually find me a lass tha's fancyin'.... well, I migh' jus' be interested in that sort o' t'ing," Merlin said after a moment, narrowing his eyes in thought. Hmmmn, perhaps that was the route to take. Find someone else before his fancying of a practically off limits girl ate more at his SOUL. Honestly, his brain was wilting!

This, obviously, meant that perhaps he was going to start talking about girls more often. Maybe even pursue a couple of them! Who knew? Only time would tell, of course.

"Hogwarts? 'S brutal here, boyo! I wouldn' be stayin' fer anyt'ing o'the sort! No, me parents decided te take a second 'oneymoon, an' me brother an' I wanted no part o' that, as ye can imagine," Merry answered him, shuddering at the thought of his parents and what they could possibly be doing at three in the afternoon.

"What're ye doin' here, then? An' is it really yer birthday?"

[frogleygoof]

Insult? What was that? Troy certainly did not know what that was! After all, who in their right mind would insult HIM? FROGLEY! Inconceivable, it was. Troy's face beamed and he let out a hearty laugh, "It's the truth, it is! You bet your bloomin' arse I am!" He kept chuckling and gave Merlin a swift, boyish slap on the upper arm; the classic Troy sign of endearment.

He shook his head, "Why in fresh 'ell are you so DOWN on yourself, ol' chap? Blarney?! I'm true-blue, honest, I wouldn't be lyin' to you! You speak as if you're some. . .'orrible troll that the birds go RUNNING from. Your name isn't Quasimodo! I don't SEE you ringing bells or nuthin'! As for not being able to get a word out, I can tell you that some girls LOVE that. Especially the ones that like to talk themselves. Doesn't matteh' if ye' can't get a bloomin' word out. They'll yap and yap and it won't make a bit of difference! Reckon' that's a good path, I think," Troy got a look of wonder on his face. Hrmm. He never thought of that before. Well, at any rate, it only proved his unshakeable GENIUS!

"Oy! That definetely won't be too difficult! Tell ye' what," he pointed at him, looking all stern which only made him seem goofier. "Yep. You and me'll go bird hunting soon. Whenever. Just run by Claw Tower, leave a message with a firstie or a painting, and I'll help you with that!" He nodded matter-of-factly, wondering the steps it would take to do such a thing. Well, it couldn't be too hard, right? Even some of the weirdest looking blokes had girls. Or at least the attentions of them.

His face seemed to droop at hearing someone speak of his home like that, "Brutal?! Well you're not taking full advantage of all this fine institution has to offer! You've gotta' make it your own!" He pointed to the vaulted ceilings above him, as if he was giving a tour. "My fellow Hogwartian. . .Ask not what you can do for 'ogwarts, but what 'ogwarts can do for YOU!" he grinned, not realizing he had completely messed up the famous quote. Ah well. He was British. Let the Yanks get that right.

Troy pretended to shudder, "Oy, good reasoning, man. Good reasoning indeed. Best to stay 'ere, then. As for me?! Well what does it look like I'm doin'?! I was looking for a bit of a present, if ye' catch me' drift!" He winked, smirking a bit at his cheekiness. "But this is even better, talking to a buddy I haven't seen in forever! And YES THANK YOU!" Troy grinned and held his sweater out to him. "Eighteen today! Imagine that. Eighteen," he said proudly. "When do you turn eighteen?"

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin let out an unrecognizable, odd noise of alarm as Troy slapped his upper arm. He should have been expecting that sort of thing by now, naturally. It wasn't painful, as Merlin was actually quite muscular. The trick was all in the shirts he wore, and the fact that he'd not joined a Quidditch team. It was all about illusion! Anyhow, he gave a small sort of smile in response and cleared his throat.

He didn't have a chance to say anything as Troy began questioning him about his esteem. He raised his arms above his head, exhaling slowly and eventually ending with a shrug of the shoulders. He didn't think of it as being hard on himself, but just being realistic! No girl had ever really expressed an interest in him before, unless he was just too daft to see it. Actually, when he thought about it, that seemed possible... probable, even. Oh, he was a git.

"I wouldn' be callin' meself a troll, Frogley. I'm not tha' hard on meself. An' 's not tha' I think the girlies are runnin' from me. There jus' not runnin' to me," Merlin explained, scratching his head as he thought about it. Girls wanted him not to talk so that they could talk instead? That... well, that made some sense. If he tried being less talkative around Sammy, she'd probably get angry with him. Thwap him even, for daring to keep his thoughts to himself. He chuckled as he pictured it, changing it into another clearing of the throat to make himself seem less like he was daydreaming and more like he was taking in Troy's words.

"Aye, boyo. 'Spose they'd be happy te have someone te listen te all their malarkey," Merlin agreed after a moment, nodding his head and then listening to more advice from the Ravenclaw. Something about making Hogwarts his own. Asking questions. Summat. Right. Well, Merlin wasn't serious when he called the place brutual. He rather liked the castle, to be honest. Besides, Christmas at home wasn't all that different from a holiday spent elsewhere. He still felt the same, as far as he could tell.

"Er... not fer some time, really. Not even turned seventeen yet," Merlin answered him, laughing at the idea of Troy looking for a 'present'. Extremely clever, he'd give the bloke that.

"No need te lie t'me! I know tha' a nice snog session wit a pretty lass would be preferable. Might as well jus' be honest an' lemme know ye've got some time te kill. 'S yer birthday the whole day, aye? Leaves plenty o' opportunity fer kissin'," Merlin joked, smirking and giving the bloke a pat on the back. Perhaps in encouragement, perhaps in wishes for a good birthday. He really couldn't say.

[frogleygoof]

Nobody ever had a chance to say anything before Troy babbled on and on! Of course, this didn't exactly occur to him. He was just intensely fascinated by what he himself had to say. It was his idea that everybody else would too, so why not share?! Good will, that's what he called it. GOOD WILL.

"Oy, sorry then, Merry," he tilted his head to the side. "It just sounded like you were, mate! But ye' can't expect bird to fly over to you. The best ones, the ones worth it, are the ones that pose a wee bit of a challenge," Troy leaned forward a bit as he said it, as if he felt intensely wise. WHICH he did, of course, being gifted and amazing with those of the female species. At least in his mind, he was. Ah, the challenges. Half of the girls at the school were challanges, which made him love them all even more. He laughed, "Right 'o, chap! Girls LOVE it when you listen to them!" Was Troy a fountain of wise advice?! He surely believed he was.

The mentioning of snogs took his mind off the bliss of being eighteen! "Not lying, I'm not!" he smiled, stepping back just a bit, pretending to be absolutely exasperated. "Mates before dates, I say! Bros before. . .well, I can't very well say THAT!" he snickered, mostly to himself. "Never. Girls, they come and go. Especially snogs. Besides, this is a long Chrimbo Hols, I have ALL the time in the world for the birds. I need to spend my birthday doing something else, like. . .oh I dunno. . .well, talking to YOU, man!"

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merry didn't mind that Troy liked to blather on about things. He wasn't really that much of a talker himself, at least not when in certain moods and situations. He was perfectly content to let the bloke talk, especially when it kept the lips occupied and no snogs could accidentally take place because of mistletoe mishaps. Merry knew there was something that frightened him about the holiday season. It was probably a combination of said lip collisions and the eggnog. OH MIGHTY EXCALIBUR (HA!) THE EGGNOG!

"I 'spose I'm always soundin' as if I hate meself, but 's not true, boyo. I'm a bleedin' deadly chap, really," Merlin said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels. He wasn't sure it was the most accurate description, but it sounded fairly decent. But what did he think about this 'challenge' idea of Troy's? Well, it was extremely difficult to say. The girl he fancied was a challenge, but she already liked him as a best mate! It was the moving to something more that posed a problem, one he didn't want to think on. In fact, he had continuously denied that he even felt anything for awhile there. He almost considered going back to denial, rather than agonizing over how to deal with his emotions.

"Aye? Me ears are open t'the silly t'ings, whene'er they should be in need of a brilliant listener," Merlin announced, though there weren't any girls around at the moment. It just sort of made him feel better to say it aloud... had more meaning that way or something.

Merlin blinked a few times as Troy began explaining his hierarchy of social needs or... whatever it was he was blathering on about and gave him a smile to make it seem as though he were actually following. Mates before dates or something like that? Honestly, it didn't matter. He'd at least picked up on the bit about Frogley wanting to talk with him. That was good enough, in Merry's opinion, as that was the general idea behind all the other stuff anyway.

"All righ', boyo! If it's Merlin Flanagan ye be wantin', then 's Merry ye'll be gettin'. Don' have te stand aroun' this corridor fer ages, though," Merlin replied, giving the bloke a pat on the shoulder as if to say 'I am very manly and tough, but I am your mate'. Had to keep up appearances, even if everyone already knew him to be mental!

[frogleygoof]

Troy looked at him with a smirk, "Deadly?! Don't think I've ever thought of anyone as DEADLY, 'xcept maybe for that leather jacket wearing chap. Always frowning. And you certainly don't look like a ruffian, never thought of you as deadly!" he laughed. "And if yer' such a good listener, let the birds know that!" he nudged his shoulder.

Troy looked about the empty corridors. Perhaps that's what everyone meant by "lonely" when they talked about staying here for the Chrimbo Hols. Others may have felt as if they had not a thing to do. Troy, however, always had ideas, if only outlandish ones. That's all that counted though, right? "If you were bored of standin' about, why didn't you just SAY so, chap!" he laughed out loud, exclaiming gruffly and good-heartedly. "Yup, and I wanna' know how it is that Flanagan spends his Chrimbo Hols about here," he nodded as Merlin patted him on the shoulder. The classic guy sign of. . .brotherhood? Or something? Yeah. Something. Troy wasn't particularly sure, he just knew he only did it when he enjoyed someone's company. Which was really anyone, for the most part.

"Oy, I'll follow you. Can't always be dragging everyone everywhere me'self," Troy smiled, shrugging.

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Well... 's not meant te be takin' seriously like tha', boyo. 'S an expression, ye know... means 'brilliant' er... somet'ing o' tha' sort," Merlin explained, laughing as Troy did. If anyone were deadly in the school, it was Snape, and that was about it. There weren't many people that really frightened Merry. Most people he just figured were insane, though there were good types and bad types of insanity. And then there were the Jonathan types, and they were just plain eejits.

"I'll think about it, an' then I'll let ye know how it turns out," Merlin informed him with a weak smile. He was really trying to attract that many girls! He basically just wanted his best mate, which was a problem, as it wasn't going to happen. Perhaps if he kept reminding himself of that fact, he'd try flirting a bit more. Hard to say, really.

"I don' spend me Chrimbo hols much different than anyone else in the bleedin' place! I dance when me feet feel like doin' so an' I drink cocoa on occasion, an' ye'd be surprised to hear I actually open a book er two when I get the chance!" Merlin informed him with a grin, shuffling his feet a little bit as if to emphasize his point. Not much fun to step dance with no music playing. Rhythm was a motivator, oddly enough.

" 'S not like I've got any better ideas than ye do! Ah've been wanderin' around like a righ' prat, honestly. Perhaps we should be keepin' up with the lady search for ye! Don' want ye to be all snogless on yer birthday on me own account!" Merlin suggested, bouncing a bit as he turned to head back the way he came, motioning for Troy to follow.

[frogleygoof]

((OOC: Throws hiatus to the WIND to get entries in! That or there's nothing to do at home when everyone's asleep!))

Troy blinked at Merlin. Certainly the bloke understood sarcasm, or that it was a joke! No matter, Troy wasn't one to worry about such trivial matters; besides, the conversation was going so well, he thought! Oh but then it was an EXPRESSION! That lightbulb on his mind flickered on. "Oy, slang? Never 'eard it, I 'aven't! Reckon I like it, though!"

"Guess I have weird activities, then," he scratched his head. Though dancing attracted his attention. "Dancing?! Really! What kind?!" Ah, dance. One of Troy's long-term hobbies, of which he actually hadn't practiced in a while. Of course, his was of the muggle 'break-dancing' variety; a rather lame attempt at it, really. This, of course, he was blissfully unaware of.

"Ah, snogs, I can get any day of the WEEK," he smiled, looking about the hallways dreamily as he followed Merlin. "Besides, what'll we do with you? Are you gonna' be left out, or will this bird we hunt down give you a good old kiss as well?!" he slugged him in the arm with a bit of a cheeky grin.

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Er, well I 'spose ye wouldn' have heard o' it tha' often. 'S more an Irish t'ing, really, but 's not important! As long as ye catch me meanin'!" Merlin responded with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.

He'd not really thought about how he worded things. Those who knew him really well could figure out what he was attempting to communicate most of the time. If everything was working for him now, he didn't see a reason in changing up his vocabulary!

"Aye, dancin', boyo! 'S me favourite t'ing in the world te be doin', aside from readin' 'tis! Irish step! As if there's any other worth me time!" Merlin exclaimed excitedly, glad to have someone interested in his hobby.

He'd never heard of breakdancing. Let us say that if he had, it wouldn't have really been all that appealing to him to give it a try.

"Aye, ye would say tha', wouldn't ye?" Merlin said with a snort, amused by the idea of getting a snog any day of the week. And just what would Merlin be doing while Troy got snogged? He hadn't really thought that far ahead. Seemed sort of awkward for him to be there watching or waiting around or... eck.

"Righ' after she's done wit ye? Tha's no' the type o' girl Merlin Flangan fancies, boyo! I 'spose I'll jus' have te dance an' pretend I'm not missin' out on a t'ing!" Merlin said finally, laughing as he rolled his eyes. Insanity!

[frogleygoof]

Troy's eyes widened, "Irish step dancing!" he beamed, exclaiming rather loudly, "Like Riverdance! Bloody MAG-IC!" Troy knew what that was, of course, even if it was only that muggle craze that swept through the country when he was younger. "You reckon you'd be able to show me?! ALWAYS wanted to try that!" At any rate, it was a good hobby for him to try.

Exactly. It would be awkward! Especially for Troy, or at least he thought. Wasn't polite, to be so selfish with snogs. "O'course, I mean, a bit odd for only one of us to get snogs!" He gave Merlin an inquisitive look, wondering why he wouldn't want to go after him! After all, at least in Troy's opinion, a snog was a snog; who cared who went first?! Ah, typical jocky boy he was.

"Well ye' know, we might just have to. . .kill two birds with one stone or summat!" he said, "You'll dance, I'll stand about, and wait for us to find two! Unless you just wanna' bust out the fancy footwork. Either way, we'll make it work!"

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Aye, yer brain would be jumpin' te riverdance righ' away! I 'spose there's a good deal o' people who know of it through tha', but 's not all flashy costumes an' audiences," Merlin responded with a chuckle.

He'd never really thought of irish dancing as magic before, but he could see how in some small way - it was! It certainly made him feel like nothing else did, got him all excited about bagpipes and fiddles and flutes and all those other crazy irish instruments making noise float around the air. Why not magic?

"I'd be willin' te show ye, boyo! Jus' don't want ye breakin' anythin' when we try," Merlin teased Troy for his excessive energy, then tapped his foot a few times.

It wasn't a matter of who went first with the snogging, it was - the principle of the thing! One did not go around snogging one bloke and then another immediately after! Unwritten rule of the universe or something.

"Er - well 'twould be horrible uncomfortable te watch, aye," Merlin said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and twitching slightly. He did not want to stand around while Troy snogged girls! BLEGH.

"If ye say so, boyo! I'm leavin' it in yer hands now!"