Room 505: Tuesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Thoroughly showered and de-veggie-gutted, Francine, wet hair draped over her shoulder, was picking at way too much take-out from the diner and eying the tray of lemon squares like she might just skip dinner entirely and go straight to dessert.

Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.

[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin hopped closer to it, pecking to pull a manageable bit away from the burger. The mustard was... huh. Not bad. Mostly strange as a bird.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not poison?" she guessed. "I'm not sure what eww-face looks like on a bird."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin would assume it involved vomiting. But then, that was just an assumption and all should hope it stayed that way.

He chirped at her in the affirmative, though.

[thatsamilkshake]

...Francine hoped it stayed that way, yes. "Good. It'd be lame to survive a day of killer vegetables and then die from mustard, wouldn't it."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And then destiny would be all in a tizzy and the dragon would laugh at his ghost and--well, it was best all around that he stayed alive.

Really.

Abandoning the burger for the moment he scooted closer to give a little sigh and lean against her.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Long day of killer vegetables?" she guessed, reaching down to skritch his head. No, they would never speak of this either.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Well. That and being a bird.

It was exhausting work! And the scritching was much appreciated, thank you. He warbled something in glee.

[thatsamilkshake]

"If you're not careful, Arthur's going to start calling you Tweety."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

HEY NOW.

Merlin nipped at her shirt for that.

[thatsamilkshake]

That stopped her from laughing. Really.

"Maybe not. I told him he could pay me for making his food by not giving you a hard time about this."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin cocked his head to the side, almost hopeful at that. Although... it was still Arthur so that was doubtful.

[thatsamilkshake]

Doubtful was putting it generously. "He said he wouldn't tease you any more than you deserve. So.... yeah, good luck with that."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Preeeetty much the case, that.

Merlin pouted as best he could, rubbing his head on her arm.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Look at it this way," she suggested. "Right now if he gives you a hard time, you can peck him on the nose." Not that she was really suggesting that. But he could.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Well, he was always welcome to try that, but the odds of success weren't the greatest.

Merlin truly wished he had eyebrows to to raise at her for that one.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Dive-bomb his head and mess up his hair?" That one might actually be a far crueler revenge.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

See, that one made more sense!

...and now Merlin was bobbing his head eagerly. Oh yes. That was a plan.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Just don't tell him I gave you the idea." You know, with his hitherto undisplayed ability to speak. Francine glanced down, which didn't really help with breaking eye contact when the person next to you was...down. "Speaking of Tweety, I, um. Kind of told her, last night."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin cocked his head to the side. Because there was a lot to tell people, you know.

[thatsamilkshake]

"About us." Beat. Oh, crap, what if he thinks... "I mean, Katchoo and me! Not .... all of us. I wouldn't do that."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Ooooh.

Merlin bobbed his head in understanding, warbling in a way that he assumed said 'go on' and not 'I am planning to eat your soul'.

[thatsamilkshake]

Merlin was very, very lucky that Francine's limited bird-reading ability did not choose now to crap out, or she'd be staring at him from a crack in the closet door. Though at least it would be herself that she'd put in there, not him.

"She didn't freak out." That's because she's not you, Francine. "I mean, I didn't think she would. I know her. But..." But she was pretty much conditioned to assume people would, and she'd known that a lot longer than she'd known Dinah. "I guess was still a little afraid anyway."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rubbed the top of his head against her arm soothingly. Like anyone would do that to her. He'd be busy turning people into mice if they did.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine smiled. "You're a good listener," she said. "Even when you don't have any ears."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He had ears in spirit. Massive ones at that.

He warbled again to that effect. Because clearly he needed to.