[The PCD is set in Merlin's lap, pointed away towards the ground, and while it's obvious that he's not meaning to broadcast anything in particular, he keeps playing at the buttons, switching various features on and trading between voice and video at odd times. He's talking in short, stuttered sentences, low and slightly under his breath.]
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[He turns his head to the side, looking at something a ways off, and frowns.]
Honestly, I'm a bit more concerned about the bunny. I think I threw it into that tree pretty hard.
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Hmm? Well, it was in self-defence.
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Merlin laughs a tad disparagingly.] Er, yeah, I might have heard something similar.
Yeah, I guess so.
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I didn't really believe it when I heard it ... but now I don't think I'll try petting them myself. Sounds dangerous.
I don't think it's really your fault, then-- it did try to bite your hand off.
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Well, um. Not my whole hand so much as a few of my fingers. Er.
[He flexes his fingers experimentally.]
Really, it's not as bad as that time with the wild boar. Or when Arthur's hound Fidder suddenly went mad and turned on us.
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[Aerith looks surprised after hearing the second part.]
So... you get attacked a lot?
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Only when Arthur insists on taking me hunting with him. And besides, it's usually Arthur getting attacked and I'm just in danger through proximity.
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Ah. I see. ["Danger through proximity" is something she's familiar with, at least.] Is this Arthur a friend of yours? He sounds like a handful.
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A friend? I... I'd like to think so.
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Princes aren't exactly supposed to be friends with the servants.
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