5 - Voice

[takeyouapart]

That was...

Nah, never mind. I think we all know exactly how it was.

[Private to Claire]

Hiya. Can I ask a question?

[Private to Cara - backdated to shortly after the end of the flood]

I'm going to come and let you out of my room and then I think we need to more or less never talk about what happened.

[...]

Except that, it's not love. What the flood

Comments

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[The past few days had been ALL kinds of crazy, and Tim wasn't particularly sure he wanted to open the door. But curiosity and the potential for it being important won out, and he opened the door a crack.

To a shirtless wizard. Oh God, what was going on.]

...Merlin?

Re: [Spam]

[takeyouapart]

Hello.

[He paused. Explaining the situation felt secondary to getting to the point.]

I don't suppose I could borrow a shirt?

Re: [Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Tim hesitated, then opened the door and stepped back, gesturing the other man in.] Uh - sure, yeah, come in.

[And he headed for his dresser, yanking open a drawer and looking around until he found a long sleeve tee shirt.] Here, [he said, holding it out.]

Uh...should I not ask, or what?

Re: [Spam]

[takeyouapart]

Thanks. [He pulled it on carefully, and after a moment decided that if he was borrowing Tim's clothes then the least he could offer was the reason why.]

Um. Cara, my Inmate, she's in love with me. Sort of. And Mord-Sith courtship seems to be kind of...aggressive.

[Private to Merlin]

[scarletweapon]

I have no idea why I'm in your room. Once you let me out, it never happened. [NEVER. HAPPENED.]

[Private]

[takeyouapart]

Alright, that's fair. Never happened.

...

Is my room more or less how I left it?

[Private]

[scarletweapon]

Aside from a few cracks in the door, it's in perfect condition. I can't promise it'll stay that way if you don't come let me out now.

[Private/spam-ish]

[takeyouapart]

Alright, alright, I'm coming.

[A few moments later there's some muffled spellcasting from the other side of the door. You may now escape, Cara.]