Merlin rolled his eyes exasperatedly, his head rolling along with the motion of his eyes at the other’s reaction. “I’m not asking much!” He exclaimed, feeling bad as it was for even asking— It was his Uncle’s shop, after all… not his. But he had as much a responsibility while he was in charge of keeping watch over it as Gaius did. “Alright— alright, I’ll take your word for it, yeah?” He raised his hands placating, regretting it the instant he did. And this was why people tended to walk all over him, really. “Just— it’s not something to get offended over, they’re just pockets. I don’t know you. How else am I supposed to know whether or not you’re lying? Just— yeah, never mind. Um. Is there something I can help you find today, sir?”
"Not much can still be too much, especially when I’m being put through the trauma of a face like that. Is this the way you treat all your customers? I can see why someone would want to make such a mess now. Shocking standard of service." I hadn’t exactly meant to insult him in so many words, but sometimes these things slip out. Hey, he could hardly fault me for honesty. Yet another of my many admirable qualities. The only problem being that in this case, I was lying just a little. I’d pinched a couple of bits and bobs here and there, as per my orders, but the destruction of the shop itself had been beyond my control. "Sir. Very formal. No, I just need a place to hang around for a few hours before my master summons me back.” I shrugged. After the fight I’d just had I didn’t feel overly keen on going back outside.
//As some of you may know, I’m going through some exams at the moment. These will be over with on Friday 20th (next week) after which I will have all the time in the world to do whatever for four weeks so I will be here one hell of a lot more after that.
Thank you all for putting up with me through this <3
"Well, I suppose that works. Not my room, so I guess whatever."
"Yeah, now we can share the blame when whoever owns this place gets back."
"—-Borrowing suggests that one is going to return the object in question. But okay. Who are you, and what are you doing spontaneously borrowing that? And for the record, this isn’t a toy that I’m holding.”
"I am. Perhaps not in the conventional sense and it might be a little worse for wear, but I promise, it’s all for a very worthy cause. Actually it’s not, but I have to do what I’m told. Out of interest, what are the bullets in that thing made of? Just a hypothetical question of no real consequence, of course.”
"How’s it malicious when you didn’t hear what he said?" Merlin shot at the other, still with mistrust in his tone as he glanced about the place for more stolen objects— sadly, it wouldn’t be the first time he and his Uncle had been robbed that week. "Don’t suppose I could ask you to turn out your pockets too, could I?" He grumbled, not expecting much from even asking.
"He had an awfully malicious tone. If only you’d heard it you’d have known, believe me. Exactly the sort of bloke that might want to trash this place." I nodded wisely. "You think I’m stealing? Oh trust you lot, always discriminating just because we’re a little bit different. Honestly, and all I did was hear all the commotion and come swooping in to try to stop the vicious criminal!” I blustered, folding my arms and casting my eyes away to demonstrate my disgust.
“That is the very thing I was going to ask of you.”
"The resemblance is uncanny! Though I am quite sure we can both agree that I am the real Bartimaeus.”
"Look. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but truth be told, I usually end up disagreeing with ‘them’."
"Go on, how are you doing that? You can tell little old me."
"Yeah? Alright… maybe. See anyone leave on your way in, did you?"
"Yeah. Big fellow, dead suspicious. Didn’t seem all that eager to hang around, muttering something about- well, I didn’t quite catch what he said. But it was malicious. Gave me chills, he did.”
"You dare impersonate ME? I can see why you’d want to but weren’t you ever taught that’s the very height of bad manners?”
"How have you managed that on the seventh plane anyway?"
"Oh, but stealing is a very strong word, wouldn’t you say? I prefer to think of it as spontaneous borrowing. Much more agreeable."
"Uh-huh… Well, it’s a mess either way. Should we… Uh- Do something about it, then?"
"Well, I usually can’t abide mess, but if you ask me, I like the aesthetic of the room better this way."