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[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.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

Comments

[bloodandblunder]

I-I don't want to think about you dying anymore--!

[memlost]

Ah, sorry. [ Cute... Here, he'll give her a hug as an apology... ] Bite the dust enough times and I suppose death starts losing its edge.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Your shoulder is hers to sniffle on now, Morgan. ]

... Don't say that. I don't care how many times it happens, some people never come back. And it still hurts.

So... value your life a little more, please?

[memlost]

[ oh no don't cry... He gathers up all the conviction he has in him and says forcefully: ]

Don't worry! I'll be back! Definitely!! This will just be a little vacation! [ So to speak... ]

[occute]

How can you say that...?

[ she sounds upset... Even if he comes back, death is nothing to take lightly. ]

[memlost]

[ what a truth... but if it got him cake, then Charles can think of him as a huge pig, no problem. ]

I bet I could if I tried! But I'll have to take my time and savor this one... and see if Morgan wants some too. And then there's Mother... and my roommates? [ and his sister and his not!father and his other friends and-- ]

[memlost]

Mm. I try not to let it happen if I can help it... but I'll try extra hard now! I don't like to make you worry or cry... or get mad at me, for that matter.

[ literal Casual Mode activate!! ]

[encored]

[AN EVEN TRADE.

wow though, just arching a brow.] I was going to give Morgan a piece, actually, but I could just leave it here with you and spare her the early morning wake-up call.

[so he is aware that he's waking people up at stupid o'clock, apparently?!]

Shall I just leave half of a tray with you, then?

[bloodandblunder]

Morgan... I don't think most people like making anyone do those things.

[ That's just normal. Maybe. ]

[memlost]

[ For better or worse, he already took death too lightly before revivals were a thing... ]

I just know so. My time isn't up. [ Which is probably what a lot of people feel right before they die for good, but this is no time for Morgan-brand fact-pointing. ] So cheer up, Ada. I'll see you around the room later, and you can catch me up on everything that's been happening.

[memlost]

Oh, but they'll dry out... We have to seize the moment! And who would mind getting woken up for cake?

[ Many people, actually... but not Morgans. ]

I can deliver it all the same, but I bet she'd like to thank you in person. And I'll never say no to more cake for sharing, heh heh.

[memlost]

[ He draws back and rubs his chin. ]

Just so we're clear. I especially don't like making you do those things! It's like getting a knife twisted in my gut... or seeing a lonely kitten abandoned in the rain. No -- both at once?

[encored]

[okay more like "who in Haven would mind getting woken up for cake" because Haven... the Morgans just reign supreme over that group.]

I didn't think that dry cake would bother you. [apparently in addition to thinking Morgan is a pig, he thinks Morgan is a pig with no taste...]

Shall I call her over then, or would you like to visit her?

[bloodandblunder]

... [ She can't help it; her eyes soften. ] I'll try to get a little stronger too, then. If I don't cry as much, you won't have to feel like that.

[ But she can't exactly stop worrying.

... And this is the part where most people would hesitate, but she's rummaging for something as she leans back-- and now she'll present that page o' Thoron to him. ]

You, um... dropped this, by the way.

[memlost]

I'd eat it regardless, but why have dry cake when you can have semi-moist cake?! [ NO CONTEST. ]

A visit works for me. I wouldn't want to wake up her roommates with a call... [ because they probably won't get the cake prize (sans Robin) so they'll just be grumpy. sorry, guys... ] Are you coming with, Charles?

[encored]

True enough, I suppose. I just wasn't expecting you to care about that.

But yes, certainly. [a nod! IS THIS BECOMING A LOG OR ARE WE MOVING TO MOB MORGANS INBOX EN MASSE... from one morganbox to the next......]

[memlost]

Great! Let's go!

[ maybe a log since robin lives in the same room as f!morgan so she'll probably get involved too... plus whoever else they want to invite... I'MMA PLURK ]

[memlost]

[ He'll probably still feel bad regardless, but...

That blank page makes him pause. He looks at it a bit sadly and grips it from the bottom edge. ]

I should talk to Morgan.

[bloodandblunder]

Mm, you should.

[ There's silence for a few minutes before Noire adds, hesitantly-- ]

You could go now, if you wanted to. I can leave.

[memlost]

Er... right.

[ It's what he should do, because he undoubtedly needs to resolve a couple things with his timeline twin... and yet leaving Noire like this doesn't seem quite right either...? ]

Before I go... um... I know it hasn't been easy dealing with me lately, but you've been doing it anyway. And I appreciate it a lot! I don't know how to thank you, really, but I guess I'll try, and, um...

[ He quickly leans and leaves a kiss on top of her head. ]

Yeah.

[bloodandblunder]

You don't have to th--

[ Except then all words die a horrible, flustered death, stuck in writhing, wounded agony in her throat because she didn't see that coming. Which is only natural, because most guys don't kiss girls (on the head) after they've been punched (in the jaw), unless they find that sort of thing attractive, but this is Morgan, and besides, it's just a kiss on the head, not some sort of flirtatious move on his part, and it's likely just a Morgan thing, but--

This is probably the most color she's had in her face in days, barring angry flushes. After a minute, in which she slowly reaches up to touch the top of her head, and then even-more-slowly lowers her hand, she blinks. ]

... Thank you?

[ Noire, you're supposed to say 'you're welcome'. ]

[memlost]

You're welcome...? [ He'll do it for her.

Was that weird? Maybe it was weird. Her reaction was kind of weird. He doesn't know the rules of engagement here, but if kisses on the cheek can be platonic, then the headtop area should be pretty safe... right. Okay.

He'll just leave now. ]

Anyway... see you later, Noire!

[ OFF to block 14 and maybe he's forgotten his sword but he'll just get that later ]

[occute]

[ don't raise the death flag, Morgan... ]

... Okay. [ she admits in a small, defeated voice. Then, after a moment: ] ... Do you promise?

[memlost]

[ A beat, and then he says gently: ] I promise.

[ death flag tall and proud...

But now that it's a promise, he has to keep true to his word. That's all there is to it. ]

[challengedfate]

[ ...Ah, so he did get that message after all. Lucina falls quiet for a moment, listening to her brother's words. But she shakes her head, however to herself it is since he can't see. No matter how hard he tries to take the blame, it's going to be harder to shake Lucina from the blame she feels she carries too.

She is the one who lead him and the other children back in their world, she is his sister, and she promised--swore on Falchion to protect him. So she can't not find that part of it is her fault.]

No, the fault is also my own. If only I had been more observant, if I had tried harder to find you then...! [Maybe she could've prevented his death]