voicemail

[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

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[memlost]

Oh!

[ He inflates. That's good... except for the part where it isn't. He'd love to give her a relieved hug right now, but apparently that won't be on the itinerary for at least a little while. ]

Are you getting little whirlpool swarms too? Are you somewhere safe?

[bloodandblunder]

[ "Too".... well, she'd noticed more of them, around her... that makes sense. ]

I'm on a rooftop. [ wet and cold and gross-feeling, but-- ] Um, please... you stay safe as well.

[memlost]

Hold on. I might know a way around this. Do you know which rooftop you're on, exactly?

[bloodandblunder]

It's... well, I thought it was ours, but then I sort of got swept away trying to reach it, so then I just aimed for the closest one--

[ She has no idea, but she's somewhere in the housing spiral. ]

video;

[memlost]

Say, do you know if newcomers to magic would be able to learn along with us? I know Ada's always been interested in learning.

[memlost]

You can't be too far off, then. I'll be there in a wink!

[ Click.

And thus after Noire calls him expressly to tell him to stay away, he does his utmost to get to her...

About 30 seconds later, he abruptly appears on block 8's rooftop with one Anguished One to escort him. Alcor teleports away in an instant, but Morgan's left behind to enjoy the rain. Now, where's that Noire... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Still staring at her phone like "WHERE DID I GO WRONG I LOST THE CALL"-- okay, no, she's nearby, if he can catch a glimpse of very drenched blonde huddled over on the roof. ]

[memlost]

[ IT'S NOIRE

Suddenly a boyfriend is sliding down and barreling into her, trapping her in the snuggest of hugs. He's still half-dry, though the rain is swiftly fixing that non-problem. ]

Noire!

[bloodandblunder]

Mor-- [ It's probably a good idea that he's got such a grip on her, or she probably would've stumbled off the roof. ] What are you-- how??

video;

[intendance]

I don't see why not! Let's assume it's a 'yes', and if it's a 'no', then we'll finagle a way to make it a 'yes' anyway!

[oh is that how it works]

[memlost]

[ He releases her and steadies her by the shoulder, beaming from under his hood. ]

It helps that you're standing on my house. What a coincidence! Or -- could this be the power of our coupley bond?!

[bloodandblunder]

I... I'm not sure. But I'm glad... [ and her gloves are soaked (like the rest of her), but she reaches out to touch his cheek. ] I'm glad you're all right.

[memlost]

[ Aw, Noire. She really doesn't have to worry about him, but telling her that would be fruitless. And it means she's been thinking of him, right? He burrows his cheek into her hand, surrendering his energy to her touch even as his heart pounds happily in his chest. ]

I'll take more than a little water to get me down... or keep me from reaching you.

[ Largely because he has a housemate who can teleport TAKE THAT, WHIRLPOOLS. ]

[memlost]

[ Actual, real candy... He looks to the bag, to Korra, back to the bag, back to Korra. Assaults her with a manly hug. ]

You really are a kind person. Thank you, Korra!

[ In an environment like Haven's, treats have become more precious than diamonds. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Are they really having a moment in the middle of a flood-- ]

I appreciate it... but you shouldn't stay up here. [ As happy as she is to see him. ]

[braavado]

[Manly hug accepted! And returned with a tight hug!]

You're welcome. It's just candy, but...I guess Haven's made us all appreciate things we could get easily in our worlds since they're so hard to find around here.

[memlost]

Hehe. Anyway, I'd say you're on the right track.

[ So, like. Yeah... ]

[bloodandblunder]

... So I should keep going?

[ this is how earnest she is. ]

[memlost]

[ and he is ok with that ]

Absolutely!

[bloodandblunder]

A-all right. Um...

[ Noire, don't crack your knuckles. ]

[memlost]

...

[ should he be scared ]

[memlost]

[ SHE STARTED IT...

He chews on that for a moment. He doesn't want to leave her out here alone and soaked, but she has a point that they shouldn't stay together for too long... ]

I'll go back as soon as I know you'll reach your destination safely. Which is, um... where, exactly?

[bloodandblunder]

[ If quiet enthusiasm is terrifying, then yes. Because she's returning to his torso, leaving a kiss on his mark - he's always been royalty, and sometimes she sees traces of it - as one hand drifts down to his ribs.

Where she'll feather her fingers, lightly, because he should know he's not going to get away with tickling without playful retribution. ]

[bloodandblunder]

...Here. [ this hypocrite. ]

[memlost]

[ OH NO

Just as he starts to sink back into warm comfort, his ribs are assaulted-- ]

Hee hee...!

[ -- and this is about the only time he'll outright giggle, a shiver coursing through him as he squirms away from her fingers. ]

Noire!