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 chuckles shakily at the pure cheek of her to nod like that. ]

It's good to see we're in agreement, then.

[ His jaw still smarts, and he'll have to commend her for that later. But now her touch makes it better, and he lowers his cheek into her palm almost subconsciously as his own hand drops away. ]

You're quite the welcome wagon, you know that?

[bloodandblunder]

... Sorry. [ And she even looks properly contrite, as much as someone so wan can pull off. It's hard to pull her hand away right after he leans the curve of his cheek into it, so she'll keep it there a minute longer. ]

I wasn't actually sure if you'd want to see me at all, and I didn't give you a choice in the matter, and then I exploded at you like that--

[ She'll draw her hand back now. Things you feel embarrassed about after you deck a guy. ]

[memlost]

[ And he lets it go, but not without a long look in its wake. ]

... No, it was perfect. You got your point across pretty effectively, I think. And I don't regret that you did it -- do you?

[bloodandblunder]

... Maybe that I did it a little too forcefully... [ s-sigh. ] But if I got through to you... then no, I don't.

[memlost]

Then there's nothing to apologize for. Both my ego and my face may be bruised, but they'll live. Assuming I can keep up the living thing long enough, ha ha!

[ Because staying alive has become oddly hard lately HA...... Death humor. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... MORGAN, SHE IS TEARING UP AGAIN, MORGAN WHY DID YOU SAY THAT MORGAAAAAAAAAAAN-- ]

[memlost]

[ WHY ]

N-Noire?!

[bloodandblunder]

I-I don't want to think about you dying anymore--!

[memlost]

Ah, sorry. [ Cute... Here, he'll give her a hug as an apology... ] Bite the dust enough times and I suppose death starts losing its edge.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Your shoulder is hers to sniffle on now, Morgan. ]

... Don't say that. I don't care how many times it happens, some people never come back. And it still hurts.

So... value your life a little more, please?

[memlost]

Mm. I try not to let it happen if I can help it... but I'll try extra hard now! I don't like to make you worry or cry... or get mad at me, for that matter.

[ literal Casual Mode activate!! ]

[bloodandblunder]

Morgan... I don't think most people like making anyone do those things.

[ That's just normal. Maybe. ]

[memlost]

[ He draws back and rubs his chin. ]

Just so we're clear. I especially don't like making you do those things! It's like getting a knife twisted in my gut... or seeing a lonely kitten abandoned in the rain. No -- both at once?

[bloodandblunder]

... [ She can't help it; her eyes soften. ] I'll try to get a little stronger too, then. If I don't cry as much, you won't have to feel like that.

[ But she can't exactly stop worrying.

... And this is the part where most people would hesitate, but she's rummaging for something as she leans back-- and now she'll present that page o' Thoron to him. ]

You, um... dropped this, by the way.

[memlost]

[ He'll probably still feel bad regardless, but...

That blank page makes him pause. He looks at it a bit sadly and grips it from the bottom edge. ]

I should talk to Morgan.

[bloodandblunder]

Mm, you should.

[ There's silence for a few minutes before Noire adds, hesitantly-- ]

You could go now, if you wanted to. I can leave.

[memlost]

Er... right.

[ It's what he should do, because he undoubtedly needs to resolve a couple things with his timeline twin... and yet leaving Noire like this doesn't seem quite right either...? ]

Before I go... um... I know it hasn't been easy dealing with me lately, but you've been doing it anyway. And I appreciate it a lot! I don't know how to thank you, really, but I guess I'll try, and, um...

[ He quickly leans and leaves a kiss on top of her head. ]

Yeah.

[bloodandblunder]

You don't have to th--

[ Except then all words die a horrible, flustered death, stuck in writhing, wounded agony in her throat because she didn't see that coming. Which is only natural, because most guys don't kiss girls (on the head) after they've been punched (in the jaw), unless they find that sort of thing attractive, but this is Morgan, and besides, it's just a kiss on the head, not some sort of flirtatious move on his part, and it's likely just a Morgan thing, but--

This is probably the most color she's had in her face in days, barring angry flushes. After a minute, in which she slowly reaches up to touch the top of her head, and then even-more-slowly lowers her hand, she blinks. ]

... Thank you?

[ Noire, you're supposed to say 'you're welcome'. ]

[memlost]

You're welcome...? [ He'll do it for her.

Was that weird? Maybe it was weird. Her reaction was kind of weird. He doesn't know the rules of engagement here, but if kisses on the cheek can be platonic, then the headtop area should be pretty safe... right. Okay.

He'll just leave now. ]

Anyway... see you later, Noire!

[ OFF to block 14 and maybe he's forgotten his sword but he'll just get that later ]