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[burnination]

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[burnination]

[ there's the instant want to call arthur up and find answers for this crap, but that's probably not very tactful. look at him, remembering shit like tact and all. that, and, merlin doesn't seem to be doing well, and that's his primary concern for the moment. ]

i'll meet you on the side walk out front with a hoodie. pull the hood up, no one will see. it'll be fine.

[servanted]

I'll just be a minute

( polite even when he's freaking out about seven different things, classic merlin. on time he stands in front of the huge witch haus, smaller in this form but no less lanky and awkward, holding a cat in his arms for comfort. when he sees max, the cat will get promptly placed around his shoulders, mewling sadly in his ear. )

[burnination]

[ oh. oh, bro. bro, this isn't great. you're super hot, but this isn't great. ]

Hey. [ there's a sad, apologetic smile max flashes him, reaching out a hand to scratch behind the kitty's ear for a moment. he's seen this one before, he thinks. there's a lot of them, hard to keep track. tugging a bundle of cloth out from under his arm - a zip up hoodie that he holds out for merlin to tug on, the hood well big enough to yank over the most of his face. ] Here. Hold on to Mr. Kitty. I'll take you straight to my room, no one'll ask.

[servanted]

( graciously, he accepts the hoodie, quickly pulling it on his shoulders and feeling like he disappears within it -- which is good, because that's exactly what he wants to do. run away and find somewhere to hide until the storm cloud of his emotions passes over. cat gathered in his arms, he pulls the hood up to hide long black hair, and spares a lingering second to brush his fingers against max's knuckles, affectionately. )

Thank you, for this.

( the voice isn't his voice, husky but girlish, and he ducks his head, almost ashamed. some all powerful wizard, huh?)

[burnination]

[ wow, hey, none of that, no. we're not having it. as soon merlin's head ducks, looking sad and ashamed, max steps up closer to tug him into a hug, careful not to squish kitty, and kisses the top of his head a couple times, before laying a cheek down on it. it helps that he's shorter now. ]

Any time. Seriously. You're always welcome here, no questions asked.

[ stepping back, he reaches for merlin's hand, giving it a squeeze, before leading them into the house, through the living room, winding around hallways here and there until they go up a flight of stairs and find the hallway his room is in. the door's usually wide open, as max doesn't like closed spaces much, but he shuts it and locks it anyway. just in case marco or the others tries to come running in. like they do. there's windows around, so he'll be fine otherwise. ] Chill out anywhere you like, pass out a while, if you want. No rush. My bed's yours as long as you need it.