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Merriman is seated at a table near to the bar, studying a slim volume of the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.
Minding his own business, really. Just to be on the safe side.
Minding his own business, really. Just to be on the safe side.
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Morgan informs him with a bright smile. Mordred, on the other hand, just turns his head and blinks in Merriman's general direction - probably by coincidence.
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And Morgan wins! with first use of new icon.Merriman looks up, blinks, and manages not to stare at either Morgan or Mordred.
'I suppose propriety will prevent me from asking what they are?' He quickly holds up a hand. 'On second thought, I think that I am better off not knowing what they are.'
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"I wouldn't tell you, anyway. Some things are not be shared."
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His attention is drawn back to Mordred. Dark eyes study the infant for a long moment before his gaze shifts up to the boy's mother.
'All is well with you both, then?' he asks in a remarkably gentle tone.
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"Aye, we are. Actually."
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He never saw the Mordred from his own word until the child was almost out of boyhood. Seeing this Mordred as a baby is a little unsettling, to say the least.
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"A Mordred. My Mordred. Not the bitter boy here. No, no, not my baby. I'll make it different."
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A wry look crosses his face, almost a smile.
'Well, it will likely make the rest of us look all the more hopeless because of it. But there is no getting around that.'
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"Nothing wrong with that."
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One eyebrow goes up, just a fraction of an inch.
'Though apparently, the graffiti in the women's lavatory would seem to suggest otherwise.'
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And Morgan gets the icon twice! She is very proud.Morgan just smiles, and bends her head to kiss Mordred's hair.
"Do you want something for the headache?"
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'Then once again, I am thankful for small favours.'
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"Quite."
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Fox in his lap.
Fox lips on his lips.
Fox tongue...you get the idea.
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(Well, he would have landed on the floor -- she would doubtless have landed on her feet.)
When he manages to surface for air, he steadies himself and sets his book down. 'Good evening, Ako-ue.'
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She chirps, settling down with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head tucked under his chin,
"How are you doing? Its been too long."
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She does not nibble at his adam's apple.
"He is getting used to the talking, and I mentioned that I shift shapes, but he hasn't seen me like this yet."
The Stoics will not save you forever, Lyon!
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'It is a start, if nothing else. I think it will take some time for him to fully come to terms with it...but he is a sensible lad, and I think he is better able to understand than most.'
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"Oh, yes. You are all so strange, you bipeds. So many hangups, and yet at the same time so understanding once you get past them."
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She asks with her eyes wide and innocent.
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'You, Ako-ue, are rather more like a speed-boat. And I mean that in the most complimentary way.'
Most of the time, anyway.
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"Liar. Love you anyway."
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Better yet, to snap a picture and hang it on the walls of her house, but she doesn't think he'd go for that. So her smile widens just a bit larger,
"Oh, I wasn't talking about the description, dear heart."
Just the bit about it being a compliment.
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She really does like the nose. Its long. And pointy.