Of course, Merlin is not at all subtle, and Bedivere can't possibly ignore him (can't really try, either, because that would be rude, even if he's tempted occasionally).
He lifts his head as pink flowers drift into his hair, tilting his head.
His response is only mildly wary.]
Good day. [IS IT... IS IT A GOOD DAY, BEDIVERE.
(It's never a good day to be Bedivere.)]
Is something the matter?
[He really can't believe Merlin showed up just to chat with him, after all. Unless it's to dump more vague warnings and prophecies on him. That happens.]
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Of course, Merlin is not at all subtle, and Bedivere can't possibly ignore him (can't really try, either, because that would be rude, even if he's tempted occasionally).
He lifts his head as pink flowers drift into his hair, tilting his head.
His response is only mildly wary.]
Good day. [IS IT... IS IT A GOOD DAY, BEDIVERE.
(It's never a good day to be Bedivere.)]
Is something the matter?
[He really can't believe Merlin showed up just to chat with him, after all. Unless it's to dump more vague warnings and prophecies on him. That happens.]