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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]

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. ]

[memlost]

I agree. I'm not really the same Morgan without my trusty robe.

[ yes, that is the issue here ]

But hey, Dante's always wearing his coat without a shirt. So maybe that sort of thing isn't so weird after all?

[bloodandblunder]

... I think you'll get a lot of stares if you try that, and that...

[ she trails off, something like a mulish pout taking over her previously thoughtful expression. ]

[memlost]

[ He grins. Cute... ]

And...?

[bloodandblunder]

... I don't want that.

[ STOP GRINNING. ]

[memlost]

Ahhh, I see. Those kinds of stares. Well, I'm flattered you think I'd get any!

[ He does keep up with his training, and he's not particularly insecure, but he's no Vaike or Dante or Gerome. The meaty men... ]

[bloodandblunder]

Of course you would! You're amazing!

[ geez!! ]

[memlost]

[ "Amazing"... ]

Heh, thank you. Your attention is the only one I want to grab, so I guess that means my torso is staying nice and snug. In public, anyway.

[ He'll be shirtless for her anytime!! ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Thank you.

[ can she snuggle against his torso, she is going to. ]