misborncat | carpe-ho_ras [closed, for Merlin]

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carpe-ho_ras [closed, for Merlin]

Asato didn't like the rain. He huddled up further under the tree canopy and curled his tail around him further. His cloak was getting soaked through and he figured he'd eventually have to brave the full force of the spring storm to get inside the mansion and dry off, but he wasn't really looking forward to that.

Times like this, he missed his tiny hut in his home village. Or even Bardo's inn. Something warm and safe.

Like I said, for Merlin, but if someone wants to chat with a water-logged kitty, feel free to poke me.

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He beams. "Thank you!"

I'm totally good with that! Sorry for taking so long.

No worries. &hearts His typist has been duly poked, letting her jump in at this point, if that's okay. ^^

Most likely, Sebastian has been out. Probably visiting Guinevere, or else figuring out how he's going to hunt down the particular target he's looking for right now.

It puts him in a slightly poor mood, so when he stalks into the hut his eyes are like chips of emerald (nearly literally) until he realizes that someone else is there.

"--good afternoon," he says, with a glance at Merlin that is a plain question mark.

Merlin smiles pleasantly at Sebastian, as if to say, it's alright, I think you might like this one.

"Son," he says, "This is my friend Asato, of the Ribika folk - like you and I, one of his kind, here. He was in need of shelter."

He smiles a bit.

"Asato, meet Sebastian, who lives here as well and is a dear friend, nigh kin to me."

So, shall we do Merlin-Asato-Seb, in this order? ^^

Asato smiles a little, feeling a bit like he might be in trouble or something even if Merlin's welcomed him. He's careful not to show fangs.

"Hello Sebastian." He can be friendly.

Sounds good to me. ^^

Sebastian seems almost amused. "What did you do?" He asks, though with a slight nod at Merlin to acknowledge the introduction.

Not in a very polite mood, perhaps. We apologize to Asato - he'll get better.

Merlin glances at Sebastian - it's almost a warning. "It was raining," he volunteers, as if it explained everything.

Asato glances from one to the other, ears flicking forward. "He said it would be alright if I came in..." He's unsure now.

"It's all right with me," Sebastian says at once, forcing his voice to ease, though he can't change his eyes, so easily. "I was just wondering - the other one and I are both here because we got in trouble with someone over there. But that's lucky for you if you haven't."

Merlin nods, gives Asato a kind smile, and might go off and make food, listening from the kitchen. He's still in visible range, though, and will probably be interjecting - he's a meddler that way.

So, don't worry, I'm still tagging, will be posting Merlin as the old man yelling things from the kitchen. *g*

Asato shook his head. "Oh, no. I didn't upset anyone I don't think... I was living in the forest."

"Then never mind," he says - Sebastian caught Merlin's warning look, and he's not going to ignore it. He does need somewhere to stay. "You're welcome here. It's not my decision to make, but for what it's worth-" He shrugs.

Merlin smiles to himself, approvingly. The lad needs a friend, he reckons.

"It's worth enough, son," Merlin replies from the cauldron he's working at filling up. "It's fate that you showed up this once."

Asato relaxes a bit and smiles, tail flicking. "Then... thank you. I hope we can get along." He doesn't want to cause a fuss after all and thinks that Sebastian should indeed have a say.

"We'll do fine," Sebastian says. "I'm not that hard to get along with. And I mind my own business."

He's a little surprised by the - catlikeness, but then again, he's half-incubus. No talking here.

There's a grumble coming from the kitchen that might sound like 'a little too much'.

His ears flick towards Merlin's grumble.

"You're not ever curious?" It's a totally innocent question, but that's how he's taken to mean 'mind my own business'.

"Curious, yes," he says, after shooting a bit of a dark look in the direction of the kitchen. "But not particularly sociable. I haven't had the best experience with...people in general."

There were a lot of rocks and angry people involved in his growing up.

This Conspicuous Silence^TM is brought to you by the kitchen. In fact, it's rather noisy silence - he's making food noisily.

Don't mind him, he'll just be there, listening, ha. It's the first time that Sebastian opens up, and he doesn't want to jinx it.

Merlin has had his share of pitchforks: that inconvenient episode with Lord Vortigern and his need for the blood of a boy who did not have a father was rather hard to forget.

The cat is oblivious to the Silence.

"Oh." Asato's ears lower just a bit at that. "You seem nice to me. And you have pretty eyes." He's trying to be friendly, really, and doing his best not to come across as too ignorant.

Asato is very familiar with thrown stones. And fires. And pichforks. And hate. And angry cats. And ... yeah. Let's stop there.

Sebastian blinks a little at the comment on his eyes, and then almost laughs. "Thank you. They stand out. People don't always like that." Though that wasn't their problem with him - it was always what he was.

And he made a handy target for ladies who found themselves accused of infidelity. It was all the incubus's fault. "I'm sure you understand."

There's again a grumble about people being idiots, coming from the kitchen!

His ears lower again. "Yes. I do. My fur stood out back home." Of course, nobody was ever using him as a scapegoat for infidelity, but he'd been blamed for failure of crops, death of game animals, and even simple natural occurances like floods and deep winters.

"But... People here must like them? Many people here stand out in one way or another."

His smile curves a little. "Depends on who you ask. Most of the people I've met haven't been terribly interested in what I have to say for myself and more in... well." He shakes himself a little. "That's why I'm here."

Stupid goddamn knights.

Merlin just shakes his head. He would say, no, son, you're here because you were a victim of circumstance.

"Those who think with their swords rarely think well," Merlin says from the kitchen. "But this place is a safe place."

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