francia | [Post 018] Video/Action for Goldenrod City

[The 'Gear comes on to briefly show France's face before it's handed off to Marianne, who takes it obediently in her mouth. She moves off to the side, and France goes back over to the bathroom door.]

Merlin! Come on out; we want to see how lovely you look!

Don't ever say that in front of Arthur.

[The owner of the dry, dry voice comes onto the screen soon enough, tugging at his new suit jacket with a frown.]

He claims I'm like a girl enough without needing further encouragement.

[France giggles lightly before kneeling down in from of Merlin and straightening creases in the suit pants, a cheerful air about him.]

Well, this certainly isn't something a girl would be wearing, at least not normally. A lady wouldn't wear three buttons unless she had an unseemly paunch.

[France stands up.]

Not that Arthur would know any of that--he'd be judging on what he sees.

[With a soft huff, France slaps Merlin's hands away, fussing with the jacket, tie, and shirt collar. Merlin gives a small yelp at the slap, making a face as his friend re-arranges what feels like everything on his person]

Do you really need to do all this? I can't believe the courtiers back home actually like having people help with their clothing.

Chut, you. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with buttons. Look at how you've mangled the poor things. This is a suit, not a lump of drawstring barbarian wear.

[France finally finishes up and stands back, looking over Merlin with an appraising scowl. His stops suddenly, his shoulders going suddenly and painfully straight.]

Whatever have you done to your hair?!

Nothing, I swear!

[Merlin backs away, eyes wide. France stalks after him, picking a pair of scissors from the hotel room desk.]

You get over here right now, Merlin.

Iiiiii think I'll pass. I really don't like don't like the way you're waving those scissors at me.

[As he makes to leave, Merlin suddenly freezes, staring straight at the screen with growing horror.]

...Francis? Why is the Gear on?

Don't try to change the subject!

[France makes to lunge at Merlin.]

You sit down right now and let me cut your hair, or, so help me, there is a reason that I invented total warfare!

[In the ensuing chaos, Marianne lets go of the 'Gear, promptly stepping on it and cutting off the feed.]

[[OOC: Joint post between

wingless_falcon (blue text) and

of_france. Both players will be responding to tags after Merlin gets his hair trimmed and hair care beaten into him.]]

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There's nothing wrong with what I was wearing before.

Not that I'm exactly one to care about what you wear, but half the time it was covered in either dirt or straw. (And whose fault is that.)

Exactly. What's the point of wearing nice clothing if they'll only get dirty? Not that I could afford anything nice back in Camelot...

There isn't one. (What agreement what.)

Are you going to keep any of this?

It's only this...suit. [He tugs at the garment again, frowning]

Francis insists that I keep it.

Was it a gift?

Yeah...[He's rubbing the fabric between his fingers now] I think it is.

Then it would be rude not to. (There, logic.)

It's...kind of him. I've never had anything this nice back home...[He trails off, lips tugging into a frown again] It must have been expensive.

Edited 2011-02-24 03:31 (UTC)

(Intrigued that someone apparently spent that kind of money on Merlin, Arthur eyeballs the outfit again.)

If it was, then you shouldn't snub him by throwing it away.

I guess not. [Then, absently: ] I'll have to find some way to thank him.

(That face, that face. Now he's curious.)

Are you good friends?

Of course. Francis was one of the first trainers I spoke to when I got here. [Wry smile] It would have taken me a lot longer to adjust if he hadn't explained so many things to me.

So you've known him since the day you arrived, (he says, his face pulling into a thoughtful expression.)

He's somewhat... eccentric.

[ "Eccentric" is actually a mild word, considering some of the things Francis has said and done, but Merlin decides Arthur doesn't need to know this]

...he can be, yeah. [Then, slowly, as if the words are being pulled out of him in a rather agonising fashion: ] If he offers you...erm. [Pauses to cough] Special companionship, I wouldn't take him too seriously.

(He actually hasn't spoken with him too much, hence his asking.)

'Special companionship' in what sense?

In the...[he slowly reddens, dropping his gaze]...night companion sense.

Ah.

...yeah. [Trying to gauge Arthur's expression]

...Right.

(TIME TO GET THIS AWKWARD TURTLE BACK INTO THE SEA.)

Well, Merlin, enjoy your hairbrushing or whatever it is you're both going to go do now. I have work to do.

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