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.]

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

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[memlost]

[ He kisses her neck once before snuggling into it. ]

And not any time soon, I hope. You're my favorite pillow.

[bloodandblunder]

[ She'll squirm a little with a stifled giggle; that tickles! ]

It's all right... I don't have anywhere else to be. Or anywhere I'd rather be, for that matter.

[memlost]

[ He smiles and holds her a little closer when she squirms. ]

Not even... the hot springs? Or the beach?!

[ HE LOVES THOSE PLACES... ]

[bloodandblunder]

The last time we went to the hot springs, I overheated and Kjelle had to save me from drowning... s-so probably not.

[memlost]

Then... the beach! Everyone loves the beach, right?

[bloodandblunder]

If it wouldn't be with you, I wouldn't be happy there.

[memlost]

[ Oh... that's really sweet in a sad way... He softens into her. ]

Noire...

[bloodandblunder]

I keep forgetting that we're not technically from the same world... and thinking of doing things without you, it's... [ she hesitates, before releasing a soft sigh. ] It makes me feel lonely.

[memlost]

[ He's quiet for a moment, shifting his forehead to rest on her shoulder, and rubs an absent thumb on her thigh. ]

... Me too. But you know... I want you to be happy, Noire. No matter what happens.

[bloodandblunder]

I know... [ but she bites her lip, sucking in a quiet breath. ] But I've lost so many-- I really don't want to lose you, too.

[memlost]

Whenever anyone leaves [ or gets stored away ]... I think it's best to focus on what was gained rather than what was lost. It would make me sad to know that I was making you sad. So...

[ He trails off for a moment. He can't deny that he wouldn't be sad to lose her too, so maybe he's just a hypocrite. But they have to try, right? He finishes softly. ]

Let's do our best, Noire. Both of us.

[bloodandblunder]

... I understand.

[ but it's whispered. ]

[memlost]

[ That leaves a little pang in his chest. But he presses a kiss to her cheek and smiles up at her. ]

But there's no point in worrying about it now; there's no telling what will happen. Like Mother says, we're not pawns of some scripted fate! And if there's some chance we can be together... I'll take it.

[bloodandblunder]

Morgan... [ that's asking a lot of him, and she knows it, so Noire takes a moment of silence-- before she slowly smiles back (tremulous as it is). ]

... Me too. It's something we'll have to work towards, I know, and it might even be impossible, but maybe... it's too early to give up yet?

[memlost]

I won't give up. Not ever. If we can rewrite timelines and meet like this -- if we can exist alongside so many amazing people and different technology.... thingies, then meeting again can't be impossible.

[ He gives her leg a gentle squeeze. ] The fact that we're both here now is proof that it's possible, isn't it?

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... She has the best boyfriend, and she knows it. It's why Noire can smile, moving to kiss his forehead. ]

If I lose you, it won't be for forever. I swear it.

[memlost]

[ Sometimes he says things and gets kisses for it... Those are the best times. ]

I swear it too! And everyone knows two swears are better than one.

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ Sorry, Morgan, she's just giggling now. ]

[memlost]

[ He was being serious...! But he grins in good nature and twists without warning, carefully dumping her off his lap and onto the couch under him so that he's leaning over her with a cheerfully vengeful glint in his eye. ]

Is something funny, Noire?

[bloodandblunder]

[ He might be more intimidating if he wasn't in an orange shirt and shorts, but Noire very quickly shakes her head, hands clasped together under her chin as she tries not to smile. ]

N-no, nothing at all.

[memlost]

Truly? I thought I heard you giggling at something...

[ And sure enough, he begins to gently tickle her side with his fingertips. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire's eyes go wide with surprise and dismay, before another giggle escapes. Very quickly, she presses her lips together and tries to squirm to freedom. Morgan!! ]

[memlost]

[ Just as quickly, he moves to block her escape with an arm and leg, penning her in with his body. ]

There it is again! I'm starting to think you're laughing at me.

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... curse his longer arms and legs. ]

I'm not laughing at you-- [ and she'll blurt this out as quickly as she can, even as she's turning steadily pinker from the effort not to laugh. ]

[memlost]

[ Such a valiant effort. He'll have mercy on her and smooth his tickling to nothing...

Only to dip down and plant kisses along her neck in much the same way that tickled her earlier. ]