@owlecleric // merle.
❝ merle, my man! ❞ a big, shit-eating grin plastered on his face, taako props his elbow upon the dwarf’s head. ❝ how’s it hangin’, buddy? what’s, uh, what’s goin on? ❞
A disgruntled noise at being used as an arm rest makes him glare upwards at the elf.
“Get the hell off me--” he said with that warm familiarity mixed with annoyance. With care, Merle continues to tend to the small garden he has set up in the window of their dorms. He pulls away dead leaves, clips away excess, and allows what needs to grow to grow. Reaching for the sun.
“Hey the starwberries are coming in if you need any by the way” he announces.








