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Random of Amber is a pretty laid back character, when it comes to most things. This is because he’s survived flashfloods, wars, zombie invasions, the sinking of Atlantis, the Edmonton Mall on Boxing Day and a slightly out of control Beatles concert. It takes a lot to get him nervous.
Random of Amber is very, very nervous. The only way you can tell is to watch his hands. His face is completely neutral, but his hands are shaking so badly that three minutes later he still hasn’t managed to light the fucking cigarette. He’s been standing at the target range for ten minutes just wanting a cigarette and it’s not fucking workin.
“Woah,” Merlin eventually says, and Random looks over his shoulder sharply. Random is also never successfully snuck up on unless he’s upset, “want a hand with that?”
“You light, I’ll shoot,” Random replies with vitriolic cheer, and before Merlin can ask if that’s a good idea he’s had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter thrown at him, and Random’s hands may be shaking like crazy but he is still a deadly shot and still moves so quickly that it’s anyone’s guess where the gun came from.
He also doesn’t get this angry very often. This is because there’s nothing more frustrating than being angry with yourself. Once he’s emptied the clip, he turns back to Merlin and takes the cigarette from him with an uncharacteristic sneer on his face. Merlin takes a step back, unconsciously.
“Come on,” Random snaps, “we’re watching a movie. Ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail?”
“No,” replies Merlin, a little wary and more than a little curious. He’s not going to ask what’s going on, he’s not that stupid. You’d have to have the self preservation instincts of a lemming to interrogate Random in this state.
“And Atlantean.” Random is already striding off towards the bar, and Merlin follows, the diligent nephew. “Lots of it. Fucking Loki in a hoopskirt.”
Right, thinks Merlin, and still doesn’t ask. He probably doesn’t want to know.
Random of Amber is very, very nervous. The only way you can tell is to watch his hands. His face is completely neutral, but his hands are shaking so badly that three minutes later he still hasn’t managed to light the fucking cigarette. He’s been standing at the target range for ten minutes just wanting a cigarette and it’s not fucking workin.
“Woah,” Merlin eventually says, and Random looks over his shoulder sharply. Random is also never successfully snuck up on unless he’s upset, “want a hand with that?”
“You light, I’ll shoot,” Random replies with vitriolic cheer, and before Merlin can ask if that’s a good idea he’s had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter thrown at him, and Random’s hands may be shaking like crazy but he is still a deadly shot and still moves so quickly that it’s anyone’s guess where the gun came from.
He also doesn’t get this angry very often. This is because there’s nothing more frustrating than being angry with yourself. Once he’s emptied the clip, he turns back to Merlin and takes the cigarette from him with an uncharacteristic sneer on his face. Merlin takes a step back, unconsciously.
“Come on,” Random snaps, “we’re watching a movie. Ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail?”
“No,” replies Merlin, a little wary and more than a little curious. He’s not going to ask what’s going on, he’s not that stupid. You’d have to have the self preservation instincts of a lemming to interrogate Random in this state.
“And Atlantean.” Random is already striding off towards the bar, and Merlin follows, the diligent nephew. “Lots of it. Fucking Loki in a hoopskirt.”
Right, thinks Merlin, and still doesn’t ask. He probably doesn’t want to know.