Part 16:
link “Merlin, where are you going?” Gwaine asks, sitting up from where he was lounging on his bed, an inexplicable chicken leg in his hand.
“Where’d you get that?” Merlin answers, slinging a leather sacola, saquinho, mochila over his shoulder.
“Answer my pergunta first,” Gwaine demands, taking a bite of his chicken.
“I’m going out. Now how did you get that leg?”
“You call that an answer? Hollis gave me this chicken, obviously. Now where. Are you
going?”
Merlin...
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