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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, MERLIN. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 135.18.129.14 *** Merlin has joined 135.18.129.14 <merlinofcourse> ⌁˚⊹ You have reached Prince Merlin ⊹˚⌁ <merlinofcourse> I know how to use computers now~

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[soundsurfing]

[That makes him laugh and he reaches into his pocket, grins, then removes his hand.]

... Nah, Ima give it to you at dogs. Makes it more romantic. You all buckled in?

[That's the warning for Beat jamming his foot onto the gas pedal, the trucks tiers squealing a little before Beat eases up to let the truck go forward normally. He just wanted to give Merlin a gentle heartattack.]

Dogs an' gifts, bro, I think I'm yer best fuckin' friend here.

[youjustgot]

[Merlin was definitely not ready for the fakeout and he visibly pouts when he doesn't get what he wants. Can a buckle click sound aggressive?? Because he found a way-]

Then why even ask-?

[Although the sudden take off of the truck does give him a startle, Merlin sadly doesn't give Beat the satisfaction of a yelp or even a snarky comment. There's no cry to slow down, which is probably for the best if they're going to start racing soon. He needs to get used to the speed.

Besides, it's going to take a lot more than THAT, Beat. He used to jump off cliffs for fun.]

You know what? Considering everything that just happened? I agree, you ARE my best friend here right now. Which is honestly saying something, considering how much you hated me when we first met.