Armani is glad to be manhandled if it means being guided in the right direction, and he rests a hand over the one grasping his arm like a grandma being escorted across the street by a kind young gentleman. "You really are... very kind," he gurgles, then starts to cry. This is normal behavior for him-- being a crybaby, at least. Not the snot and congestion.
Momentarily bristling, Merlin is almost certain that Armani is making fun of him until he shoots a glare back at the boy and...notices him sniffling. Awkward. He jerks his gaze forward again and starts to walk a bit faster. "I'm really not," he murmurs and, desperate to change the subject, adds, "...did you try the Bubble-Head Charm?"
"You are, though," he adds quickly, not giving Merlin the satisfaction of deflecting his compliment.
He turns his face away from Merlin to hide it as he dabs at his eyes with the inside of the neck of his shirt. "I did, but it wore off while I was sleeping. I re--r-reh... choo!-- reapplied it but then I kept sneezing inside it." And, well. It was gross. "I ca--... caaaAaaa--... nnhh-- can't do quality charms in this state. Doesn't last."
Merlin's only response to Armani's insistence is a monosyllabic grunt that could either be interpreted as continued denial or reluctant acknowledgment. Either way, he doesn't seem to have anything else to say on the matter. Instead, he listens to the other boy and considers the situation he's found himself in.
It's not good. And it's pretty disgusting.
"...Sucks," he murmurs after a long moment, seemingly at a loss. He doesn't owe Armani anything but knowing that he can't handle the problem...just rubs him the wrong way. Glancing back, he watches Armani rub at his wet eyes and adds, "...Close your eyes if you want. Not like I'm going to lead you into anything."
Edited (A Million Years Later.) 2019-10-08 01:48 (UTC)
Even if it's only a glance, Armani doesn't like Merlin looking at him in this state. He self-consciously lowers the bill of his cap, hoping to conceal more of his face in shadow. This is how the Phantom of the Opera felt. He's exactly like Erik, destined to hide his grotesque face forever. Or at least until the pollen lets up a bit.
He wants to talk, but talking is miserable and the words are hard to get out. A quiet, "Thank you," is all he says before letting Merlin take the lead to Thorntrail.
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He turns his face away from Merlin to hide it as he dabs at his eyes with the inside of the neck of his shirt. "I did, but it wore off while I was sleeping. I re--r-reh... choo!-- reapplied it but then I kept sneezing inside it." And, well. It was gross. "I ca--... caaaAaaa--... nnhh-- can't do quality charms in this state. Doesn't last."
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It's not good. And it's pretty disgusting.
"...Sucks," he murmurs after a long moment, seemingly at a loss. He doesn't owe Armani anything but knowing that he can't handle the problem...just rubs him the wrong way. Glancing back, he watches Armani rub at his wet eyes and adds, "...Close your eyes if you want. Not like I'm going to lead you into anything."
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He wants to talk, but talking is miserable and the words are hard to get out. A quiet, "Thank you," is all he says before letting Merlin take the lead to Thorntrail.