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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 would have expected it to be the opposite, because of that. [ and she smiles against his skin, her breathing slowing. He needs to stop doing that to her hair, gosh. ]

I'm honored.

[memlost]

[ Her breath is soft yet striking on his bare skin, pleasant for the simple reminder that she's here with him. ]

Hey, Noire?

[bloodandblunder]

Mm? [ it's no more than a soft hum, but it's acknowledgment. ]

[memlost]

I'm totally shirtless right now.

[ ISN'T IT AMAZING ]

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ MORGAN... ]

Er, yes... you are? Are you getting a chill?

[memlost]

I couldn't. Not with you here.

[ He's burning up... with love ]

But it's like a milestone! That's how I feel, anyway.

[bloodandblunder]

I suppose it is... I wouldn't have even thought about asking to do this a few months ago.

[memlost]

Right? But I'm glad you did. It feels... nice.

[ To simplify and completely understate it. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Ah, so you really do like it!

[ she's so relieved???? ]

[memlost]

Of course I like it! There's no way I wouldn't. Frankly, everything you do to me makes me feel like a gloopy mess.

[ He's just... so happy. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Gloopy... [ Morgan, that is... not a pretty term. ]

[memlost]

... Moopy?

[ he isn't sure what the issue is but he will attempt to fix it ]

[bloodandblunder]

That's-- not much better-- a-and I understand your point, you don't have to adjust it!

[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 ]

[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. ]

[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!

[bloodandblunder]

[ Oh no, that was cute. And she has to smile as she lifts her hand. ]

... I couldn't let you get away with earlier.

[memlost]

[ ... He supposes that's only fair. He relaxes again with a sigh, ruffling her hair in mock vengeance. And brightens as he says-- ]

I guess you could say my flank was exposed.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire groans a bit in response, good-naturedly. ]

You exposed a lot, really...

[memlost]

[ bless her for tolerating that ]

Heh. You know, all this circulation is a little nice. I can kinda see why Vaike does what he does.

[ Except for that metal collar with chains on it...?? Morgan doesn't see as much there. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I don't think you should do it all the time, though... [ for various reasons. ]