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Merwyn Finwick (fallasleep) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Merwyn's eyes widened but he giggled a little bit at the suggestion in Gwenog's tone, like a bad soap opera with the roles reversed. He took his seat at the spare table and watched her with a little concern, wondering if he should help her bring the drinks back after all but still reluctant to behave as though he thought she wasn't able to do anything herself; that was blatantly not the case but Merwyn tended to over-analyse things when he was trying to make friends.

She looked like she was dancing as she cut through the crowd like she could see a couple of seconds into the future and navigate through the clear spaces, or like a shark with the small fish getting out of the predator's way.

He'd knocked her chair out a little for her to take as she sat down but didn't get up and pull it out in case she took offense. He reached out and took his drink, pulling it close to him and sipping at it happily, nodding before he answered. "Yeah, especially now! I dunno where all my mates went, but I'm happy I met you! Oh, and thank you for the drink." he put his chin in his hand and his elbow on the tabletop, his finger playing with the glass rim and all of it absent minded. "How about you? Sorry if I'm cramping your style."