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[missleadingquestions]

[Merlin might feel her tense beside him when he flips through those symbols— the glimpse she catches is so beautiful, but she knows well enough already that she is pressing hard for a reveal here. He's already being vulnerable, and she doesn't want to ruin it by asking too much.

She settles down when he shows her Arthur though, eyes scanning the page as she drinks in the information.]

Huh... Wait, I remember which one he is from the book! You got his hair perfect.

[She even mimes the flat plan4 of Arthur's hair swooping forward in that blunt cut.]

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Yeah? You really think so?

[Alright, well, that compliment and the lack of any teasing certainly helps his confidence.]

I've actually known Arthur the longest, which I'm guessing isn't too surprising. I've known him WAY before we even started the F7, grew up together and all that. I know I tend to...dig on him quite often, but he's like a brother to me. ...Juuuuuuust a brother I tend to argue with. A lot.

See, Arthur is under the assumption that he's a better leader than I am. So to prove it, he's been obsessed with trying to pull out the magical sword Excalibur. It's just that Arthur doesn't seem to understand that being a leader requires things like...strategic thinking, or self awareness, or...a brain. He's, ummmm...a sword enthusiast, so I'm not really surprised he thinks having the fanciest sword would somehow automatically promote him in our eyes.

It did not.

[missleadingquestions]

[Maya can't help but giggle at this description, as quiet as she tries to keep it. She can picture Arthur perfectly... and she can also picture them butting heads.

...Come to think of it...

Arthur is under the assumption that he's a better leader than I am.

Maya looks at Merlin for a moment, as if something is connecting in her mind, like the answer to a question has just been stumbled upon unintentionally.

Well, that's interesting.]

The brawn over brains type, huh? The classic power balance of a real hero team...

[Apparently distracted from whatever she'd decided about Merlin in that moment, Maya gives a satisfied little sigh. She's quite happy imagining Merlin's little team already— and in her head, she's already drawing parallels between what Merlin's said about Arthur and what Horatio and Ben had said about Diego.]