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]

[ and Noire just continues to look baffled. ] W-what was that?

[memlost]

A distraction! You're not thinking about it anymore, are you?

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ Just.

Going to put her hand against his face, then!! ]

1/2

[memlost]

Hrmmphph--

2/2

[memlost]

[ And not a second later his shoulders begin to shake, a suspicious sound like laughter coming from under her palm. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-it's not funny! In fact, it's sort of uncomfortable! [ and she'll lower her hand. ] Of all the ways to distract someone--

[memlost]

[ He chuckles a bit more and rubs his face before grinning at her. ]

Sorry, I may have panicked a little. But you can't argue with results! I'd like to see you come up with something better.

[bloodandblunder]

Of... distracting you?

... That doesn't involve hexing...

[ Hold on, she's trying to think rather laboriously. Yes, with a fever. ]

[memlost]

[ Yes, please don't hex him... or at the very least, please let him know what the hex is first.

His challenge wasn't a serious one, but she seems to be giving it some real thought...! So he sits and waits curiously. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Ah-- oh no, that wouldn't work, you might get sick, too...

[ HMMMM. ]

[memlost]

Huh? Hm?

... What, like coughing on me?

[ That's not nice, Noire... ]

[bloodandblunder]

I wouldn't do that! A-anyway, that wouldn't work right now, and I'd rather... er.

... Never mind. Um, I suppose I could just ask you to list something.

1/???

[memlost]

[ Hold on a sec, he's still puzzling this out... If it isn't coughing, then


]

[memlost]

[ could ]

[memlost]

[ it ]

done

[memlost]

[ BE

He leans forward suddenly, staring intently at her face. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan wait what now--

SHE'S JUST GOING TO... l-lean back a bit. ]

W... what is it?

[memlost]

Your first idea.

[bloodandblunder]

We can't! [ wow, she almost lost that word to pitch, and she's already frantically waving her hands in front of her. ] L-like I said, you'll get sick for certain!

[memlost]

... I know. I was just gauging your reaction.

[ He sits back with a satisfied smile. Normally he'd throw caution to the wind, but with this fog around he can't afford to be sick. ]

1/3

[bloodandblunder]

[ For a few seconds, Noire stares at him, mouth working soundlessly-- until she has to cough, and with it comes-- ]

[bloodandblunder]

THE GALL OF YOU, TOYING SO CALLOUSLY WITH THE HEART OF DARKNESS!! KNOW THIS, MORTAL, I SHALL NOT BE TRIFLED WITH! YOUR LAST DAY APPROACHES--

[bloodandblunder]

[ except no, sickies should not blood and thunder, and the fight leaves her pretty rapidly, along with most of her energy, so she'll just... slump down now. ]

T-there's a limit...

1/2

[memlost]

[ IT'S BEEN SO LONG. Thus, Morgan is utterly unprepared for the onslaught. He's already scrambled halfway off the couch's end with the first phrase, and the rest of his punishment is spent cringing and cowering in plain sight. He told himself never to die again, but his life is flashing before his eyes-- ]

2/2

[memlost]

[ But at least she has his full attention when she slumps down, allowing him to catch her murmuring. He hesitates for a second, slightly shell-shocked, before sliding back down and letting out the breath he'd been holding. ]

I-I'm sorry, Noire. I wasn't trying to, er, toy with your heart. I just wanted to be sure...