[darkness starts to enshroud the two of them, and Merlin leans back in the boat, figuring that since his partner seemed to be the strong and silent type, that there was no problem taking a break after he'd been dragged to this festival anyway. it can be peaceful, at least for a while, and he closes his eyes.
and then he feels metal against his head, smells gunpowder, and he wonders who the hell brought a gun onto a boat. or for that matter, why this guy thought killing anyone would make for a solution. everyone would know who did it.]
Now, now, you have to have a gun out to ask that? You could have just asked nicely and I'd help you.
[he's...well, mildly agitated to have a gun against his head, but death stuck no more here than it did back home. at the most, it'd be an inconvenience, now that he knows that.]
love.
and then he feels metal against his head, smells gunpowder, and he wonders who the hell brought a gun onto a boat. or for that matter, why this guy thought killing anyone would make for a solution. everyone would know who did it.]
Now, now, you have to have a gun out to ask that? You could have just asked nicely and I'd help you.
[he's...well, mildly agitated to have a gun against his head, but death stuck no more here than it did back home. at the most, it'd be an inconvenience, now that he knows that.]