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

[bloodandblunder]

[ it's not like Noire's any better. She's still looking pretty bashful, as is. ]

W-when I'm a mess, too... not that I'm not happy to see you--

[memlost]

[ Morgan's probably sporting a bit of residual bedhead himself, but he cares not a whit. He looks left, looks right, and then leans in conspiringly. ]

Wanna know a secret?

[bloodandblunder]

... Eh?

[ means yes. ]

[memlost]

I think you're really cute when you're a mess.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan

why would you say that to a person with a fever

because boy is she getting hotter in the .2 seconds it takes for that to sink in. ]

C-cu-- that's--! [ incoherent noises. ]

[memlost]

[ HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE CAN ]

Um, you're really cute when you get flustered, too! ... Phew, it's good to get that out in the open.

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Her head is just kind of thunking onto his shoulder.

SHE LEGIT OVERHEATED. ]

[memlost]

[ whoops ]

Noire? Noire, speak to me! Oh gods, you're burning up!

[ WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ GOOD QUESTION.

But she only mumbles something ("mmnnngh") and shifts a little listlessly. She'll be fine. Really. Probably. ]

[memlost]

[ SHE CAN'T DIE ON HIS WATCH!!

He sits up fully and finagles her/lets her flop until her head is on his lap, then begins to fan her with a sleeve. ]

Do you need a healer? Should I call Brady?

[bloodandblunder]

N-no... [ she groans softly, bringing up a hand to her forehead. ] I'll be fine, really. It's just a fever.

... When did I lie down?

[ hi, Morgan's lap?? ]

[memlost]

...

[ girl, you are so out of it... ]

Just rest for a moment, all right?

[bloodandblunder]

I'm... not doing anything strenuous... [ but she stays where she is, lowering her hand back to her side. Funny, how comfortable this is. ]

[memlost]

Mm. And let's keep it that way. Which means I'm taking care of you today! No apologies or fretting allowed.

[bloodandblunder]

You really don't have to do anything--

[ there's fog, man!! ]

[memlost]

-- fetch you water and ice, dampen towels for your head, fluff some pillows on the side... Ooh, and I think we have some fruit juice, that's always refreshing--

[ can't b tamed!!!! ]

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ well, fine.

She's just going to reach out and grasp one of his hands. Gloveless this time, even. But maybe that will slow him down. ]

[memlost]

[ --

??

He stops abruptly and looks at their hands, then down at her, like a dog poked in the side.

??? ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well, that worked marvelously!

... Except Noire doesn't really know what comes after Step One. She's stuck holding his hand as she ponders. What to do, what to say... ]

You should save your energy for if things get worse for everyone... they probably will.

[ She knows how this works. ]

... I'm fine with just this.

[memlost]

... You're right, of course. Spoken like a true veteran...

[ Especially if they could be facing something akin to starvation soon. Still. Still... He sighs and fumbles for a more mutual hand-holding arrangement. ]

You'll tell me if you do need anything, right?

[bloodandblunder]

I will. [ And she smiles, giving his hand a brief squeeze. ] You'd worry otherwise.

[memlost]

Good.

[ He softens and raises her hand to his cheek, leaning into it and basking in its bareness. He can be a pillow and conserve energy -- no problem with Noire here -- but complete idleness is a tougher demand, and she's the only thing around to occupy himself with now. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She's known Morgan long enough to additionally know about his attention span, but she'll allow herself a moment to just soak in another person's warmth, even though it's just through her palm. It's funny, how different it feels without gloves. ]

I'm afraid I won't be very interesting for the time being... so don't feel obligated to stay for too long.

[memlost]

Oh, I don't know. I haven't lost interest in you yet! This couch is pretty darn comfy, too. You'll have to try a little harder to be rid of me.

[ No emergencies to hurry them along or tasks to attend to... it's very comfy here indeed. Good couch. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I... don't really want to. [ even though she knows she should technically shoo him off, that he could also get sick. But she's never liked being alone, and Morgan's even more of a comforting presence these days. ] I like... being with you.