“Isn’t this like ... illegal?”
“Most definitely.” Merlin replied, looking back at Arthur.
“So ... Why are we doing this again?”
“It’s an excellent smoke spot.”
“Of course it is.” Because that’s Merlin, trouble wrapped in a smile and questionable morals.
The pair of them had reached a fence, clearly marked as private property (because of course it was). Merlin took note and slipped under a hole cut in the fence (of course it was that easy).
Soon they were hunched on a rock, facing the open ocean, lighting up and watching the smoke dance above them.
Fuck if it wasn’t a scene out of a shitty indie film.
Fuck if things weren’t about to get extremely out of hand.