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[Today Merlin is hard at work. This is, really, nothing new at all. In fact, he's always working. Do this, do that, go here, go there--

He's not bitter. Really. ...Sigh.

Anyway, he's sitting on the ground with a few pairs of boots around him. A wooden basin of murky, sudsy water is next to him and a glass jar of some sort of wax substance in front of him. He is tending to the boots with care and making sure they are good and clean. He seems very involved with his work and despite being tired of chores, he's humming.

A few of the boots have holes and tears but he has a patch kit nearby, too. Merlin has it all covered. He's a good servant, after all.]

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[Arthur spots his ~~favourite~~ most annoying manservant and scowls as he sees what Merlin is up to]

Merlin. What do you think you are doing?

Edited 2010-05-07 22:14 (UTC)

Do you...need a hand?

You're doing all of that by hand? What a waste of time.

...Why don't you just buy a new pair of shoes? Those look really nasty.

[Brax looks at this strange practice with great curiosity]

Are you... shoe-shining? I haven't seen anyone do that since my hop back to the Diogenes Club at least a decade ago.

Ohhhhh, is this a new service the Plane is offering? [he drops off the Plane and returns with a sack of dress shoes belonging both to him and Hikaru] There you are! I'll tip you well if you get them done in an hour.

[he may or may not be serious about the entire thing.]

Edited 2010-05-08 00:31 (UTC)

[Well hey mister stinky feet.

Merlin looks at him in a 'duh' way.] ...Cleaning and mending your boots?

[He smiles up at him.] Nah, it's all right. This isn't too bad. I've got all the time I want here.

[He sighs.] I can't just use magic for everything. It'd be suspicious. "Oh, Merlin, you finished all the work I gave you in three minutes. Like a wizard or something!"

Oh, they're not mine. They're Arthur's. I have to make them look new again. [As an afterthought.] They smell worse than they look, trust me. He trains in these.

{Chuckles} It doesn't really matter here either way, though, does it?

[Merlin blinks up at him.] Never heard of it, sir. This is just part of my chores but yeah. I'm trying to fix them up.

{Laughs}

I can smell them, though. That's what's so awful. But really, why make them look new when they can actually be new?

[It is difficult for Merlin to entirely believe what just happened.]

Did you just- Did you just think... I'm not your servant! I'm Arthur's. That...that probably doesn't help, yeah.

No, you wouldn't have. It doesn't exist yet. Can I see them?

[In an amazing display of bravery, Brax holds his hands out for the shoes.]

It will if Arthur sees me. I guess as long as he didn't... Really wouldn't want to explain that to him. On the bright side, I suppose if I got thrown in the dungeon, I could come sit here.

[He laughs as well, ducking his head for a moment before looking back up.] It's a lot more trouble to make new ones. Even nobility don't always get that luxury.

[A bit confused but he holds them out.] They're just Arthur's old boots. Holey old boots.

[Someone who is utterly devoid of shoes, boots or otherwise, and also suddenly inexplicably glad she is wearing a pretty sundress with a likewise pretty crochet lace vest spots him. The next step, therefore, is clearly to say "Hi" in a shy, head-ducked sort of way, and look like she'd very much like to sit down but needs permission.]

Edited 2010-05-08 02:30 (UTC)

{And Diva decides to sit next to Merlin to watch him as he works, since work is crazy and stuff. "Make?" What is "make?"}

Really? I guess even with a name like Arthur, he doesn't get everything. He's the one that's nobility, right? Is he handsome?

[Braxiatel takes them, pulls something out of his pocket and drops it (them?) inside the boots, then sets the boots down.]

[Like magic, the boots begin to clean and repair themselves. The bits of material needed to patch up holes travel across the floor as if carried along by invisible ants. It takes far less than a minute for the work to be done.]

Would you like me to do it for you? Then it can't be a trouble at all. If it is indeed the Arthur that I met here, then he already dislikes me.

[folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head] No, it doesn't help. Shame too. I was going to pay you quite well. [never mind he has plenty of servants back home--and these are mostly clean shoes anyway, so he brings them back and squats down next to Merlin.]

So. What's your name? Who's Arthur? And you know, you probably could do with some clean water and not...whatever you have in there. Ew.

[He frowns.] I can't ask you to do that... [Wait back up.] You met Arthur? Blond, bit of a prat, probably had a sword and thinks he's king of- well, he's a prince, so you know.

[Naminé watches, curious, then slowly makes her way over.]

That looks like hard work... Do you need any help, or something?

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