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. ))

Comments

[memlost]

[ If you mean with ROMANTIC FIRESIDE LODGING, then yes. Yes it is. ]

Stay with me! The open air will be refreshing. It might be just the thing you need for a good night's sleep.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Normally, she'd get a lot more flustered over this. But he's been missing for far too long, and his hand is warm in hers-- so slowly, she nods, face also warming. ]

A-all right. I don't really want to leave your side right now, anyway.

[memlost]

Great! We might have to squeeze to fit under the blanket, but it should be just big enough.

[ Same for the tent, which has a serious case of hobo. But yay for sleepovers... ]

[bloodandblunder]

Should I get another blanket?

[ ... which means getting up and letting go, so maybe she sounds a little hesitant. ]

[memlost]

[ He blinks in surprise. ]

Huh? No, it's a little too dark to scale the cliffs now. And... I don't mind sharing a blanket if it's with you.

[bloodandblunder]

... O-oh... well, I don't mind either.

[ complete with hand squeeze, don't turn red Noire. ]

[memlost]

No -- it would be more accurate to say that I'd love to share a blanket with you!

[ DON'T BE EMBARRASSED, NOIRE, IT'S MORE THAN OKAY WITH HIM. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-I understand! I'm not doubting your enthusiasm!

[memlost]

Oh, good. You seemed a little bashful, so I wanted to reassure you.

[ This relationship is a lot of things. Subtle isn't one of them. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... I've just never... slept alone with you before... so I'm a little nervous?

[memlost]

Hmm...? If it makes you feel better, you can pretend you're sleeping alone like usual. Only I'm right next to you... and there's a blanket on top of us!

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... He is way too chill about this, but she only sighs in response and drops her head on his shoulder. ]

I think it would be impossible to be unaware of you.

[memlost]

Ha ha. I'll take that as a good thing.

[ He feels the same way about her, really, but for some reason voicing it seems a little... well. He stares off into the night... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ That's fine, she's blushing enough as it is. And gradually, she'll venture-- ]

Are you tired?

[memlost]

Huh? No! I mean... maybe a little.

[ Lying down does sound appealing. Setting up camp, even if it's miniature, is involved work. He tilts his head at her. ]

Well, I'm ready to turn in if you are.

[bloodandblunder]

I am... I think it's worth trying, at any rate. [ and she'll even move off of his shoulder! ]

[memlost]

[ ... And now his shoulder is sad and cold. But it's all the more reason to get re-settled quickly, so he crawls over and feeds the fire with enough hunks of furniture to last a while longer. Then he'll gather up his blanket and pillow and wait for Noire to shimmy into the tent first. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She's inching in, taking care not to disrupt anything after their valiant efforts. The shoulder-piece she'll take off, along with her other glove and her circlet, before she makes room for him. ]

[memlost]

[ He derobes, deboots, and dearmors, leaving it all in a pile nearby before sliding in beside her. He'll pop his pillow down, carefully lay his blanket over them, and finally lie down with a content sigh. There's something comforting about cloth walls. ]

Comfy?

[bloodandblunder]

Yes... [ as she settles down, facing him. ] Will this work for you?

[memlost]

Wonderfully.

[ Though he's on his back, he scoots close and bends toward her like a gentle macaroni. Being horizontal doesn't lessen his desire to snuggle in the least, really. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ The best gentle macaroni, tbh. And here, Morgan, she'll even drape an arm across your chest. ]

I thought it would be more cramped, but... it's working strangely well?

[memlost]

[ ... Careful, Noire, you're making him blush. He takes her fingers in hand, thumbing them absently. ]

The lack of personal boundaries does help.

[ ... Though it also means no escape. He only has to crane his neck so much to give her a little peck on the nose. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ He's been making her blush all evening, fair is fair. And even now, as her eyes lift to meet his-- well. Her fingers curl around his. ]

Being closer to you is never a bad thing, Morgan.

[memlost]

[ Oh no, eye contact... He softens under her gaze, and really he can't help himself now. He tugs her hand past him and rolls onto an elbow so he can give her a proper kiss, soft and lingering. ]

And I can never be too close to you, Noire. Funny that we didn't do this sooner.