Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

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It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

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"Nah. He needed to be subjected sometime," Claire commented, glancing at the screen, "Plus? You don't strike me as the hot medieval babes do each other type, anyhow."

She was speculating on his taste in porn. That was weird.

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Cal frowned a little, wondering exactly what that was supposed to mean. And what the right response to that could possibly be.

"Why not?" he tried. Hot medieval babes doing each other could be totally hot...

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"I don't know." But she'd said it, so she had to come up with something, so ... "The costumes. They'd just make you laugh. And the 'oh, my ladies'. It's too cheesy."

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Cal smiled a bit tentatively. "So....I have better taste, right?" he tried. Even if that wasn't what Claire meant, he'd be willing to take her agreeing to it even as a lie.

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"We're still talking about porn," Claire observed. "But ... yeah. Let's go with yeah."

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Cal was wondering if he could be blushing any more right now. He probably could, but it still felt like his cheeks were on fire.

"As long as we're clear on that," he said.

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Claire pointedly and loudly cleared her throat. And pointedly turned away from the TV. Because, really, she needed to save them from this conversation.

"So!" Her tone was sharp; she modulated it before speaking again. "How was your day?"

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Cal bit his lip a bit, trying not to grin.

Of course, the desire to laugh definitely did not take away his blushing and frantic worry.

"It was fine; how was yours?"

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"Also fine. Boring. I was at work," Claire offered.

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"I had class, and KKG. We talked about a superbowl party and possibly camping."

Cal tried to sound enthusiastic, really. He should have expected something like this from brotherhood, but the idea of having to spend time in the woods with a bunch of guys was not a pleasant one for him.

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"... it's time for the Superbowl again?" Of course Claire focused on that. "Already?"

[OOC: Night!]

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"Oh," Cal nodded, also fixating on it. "Totally. I...don't actually know who's playing, but I do know it's not the Lions."

He said that with the utmost of pride, too.