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]

[ So proud, Noire. ]

Well, sure. I'm ready if you're ready.

[ He moves back onto his knees and contemplates her briefly before shifting and positioning himself into what will hopefully be a sufficient angle of attack. Having no real counseling on this matter, he's just going to have to hope that he's doing this right...?? He reddens, feeling himself resting lightly between her legs, and searches her face. ]

You ready?

[bloodandblunder]

... M-mm.

[ Well, she's nervous as hell, but she's still going to nod, reaching to stroke at his cheek bone. She wants this, too. ]