just a pleb

     A flat stare is the only response Merlin can muster.

    ❝I fail to see why that’d be any of your concern.❞ Damn this month and, quite frankly, damn this holiday to the deepest pits of hell. 

      ❝Looking forward to it.❞ And there’s that. Settled. No more dissuading Eggsy from impractical, ludicrous displays of—dear sweet Jesus. There is no well of inner strength deep enough to draw from in the face of a personal question, and Merlin breaks into a frown. ❝That is none of your business.❞

   ❝Neither. I already have a dog.❞ And he’s not ready to subscribe to the cat crazy life. He sighs, reaching inwards for a well of strength. Eggsy’s headstrong manner, which beneficial on missions, couldn’t possibly end well for Merlin in this situation, and it would be best to stop this train of thought before the junior agent suggested something outlandish like tropical-flavoured condoms. ❝How about a card, Eggsy? A nice, platonic card full of nice, platonic platitudes.❞