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[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]

[ she doesn't even regret it, exhaling a still somewhat irritated huff. Sometimes, getting angry comes in handy. ]

You could have just asked... I was really starting to panic.

[memlost]

With the original objective being to avoid thoughts of babies, I thought planting the idea of kissing where there might've been none would only make things worse--

[bloodandblunder]

I'm nowhere near ready for that... [ she just looks plaintively petulant now, curling a little more on the couch. ] A-and I didn't like the idea of kissing as a distraction, anyway... like I said, the first should be important.

[memlost]

[ She looks so withdrawn that he scoots closer, apologetic though he is. ]

I know. And I agree on both points! So... you don't have to worry about that. I shouldn't have pushed it.

[bloodandblunder]

I'll punish you later.

[ said in the meekest voice possible. ]

[memlost]

[ The thundering wasn't the punishment?! ]

Deal.

[bloodandblunder]

[ That only somewhat works on him. ]

Then, for now...

... Can I borrow your lap again? [ she's not going to be of much help today. ]

[memlost]

[ It's a good thing his lap is more of an asset than his brain is a detriment. ]

... Of course. And I'll restrict myself to restful conversation topics this time!

[ He readjusts himself for optimal lap pillowing and gives his leg a pat. ]

tmw you thought you posted this nine hours ago

[bloodandblunder]

I appreciate it... [ and she's already shifting her curl, resting her head somewhat gingerly on his thigh until she suddenly relaxes. ] It's going to be a long day, I know.

will confess i was slightly puzzled

[memlost]

[ He smiles as she gets comfy. Whatever the punishment ends up being... he can deal with it later!! But for now, he reaches for one of her hands. ]

Mm. But if there's a time to get cooped up indoors, it may as well be when it's too soupy to go outside! No sunny skies to tempt you out of bed, right?

shhhh

[bloodandblunder]

Right... [ she'll let him take her hand captive; this will still take some getting used to, but it's nice. ] And I'm glad... I'm not alone, this time.

[memlost]

[ The way he sees it, there's no better way to get used to something than lots of quality practice. He snakes his fingers between hers and squeezes. ]

As long as I have the presence of mind to know you're in need and the strength in my limbs to reach you, I won't let you be alone again.

[bloodandblunder]

... Maybe you should have been a bard. [ her sigh softens into a smile, as embarrassed as she is. ] That was... really kind of pretty, Morgan.

[memlost]

... Hehe, you think so?

[ Well now she's embarrassing him too, as pleased as he is. Maybe all that time with Owain is paying off in unexpected ways. ]

But I really do mean it! I won't stand for you feeling alone if I can help it.

[bloodandblunder]

That means a lot to me. [ She eyes their hands, content and touched. ] ... Maybe more than you know, but thank you.

[memlost]

My pleasure.

[ A rote response made heartfelt. His gaze lingers on her for a moment longer, warm, before following her attention to their hands. Funny that such a simple connection should feel so personal. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... I should probably try to rest before you make me any more... er. Red...

[ but she'd rather not sleep again, either. ]

[memlost]

Probably!

[ Making Noire blush is quickly becoming one of his favorite pastimes. But he'll cut it out for now... if he must. ]

The sooner you rest, the sooner you'll get better. So I'll sit here and be a perfect pillow for you, no worries! Just pretend I'm not here and I'll keep my yap shut, trap clapped, and gob smacked.

[bloodandblunder]

... I'd like to keep holding your hand, though. [ So, tough. ]

[memlost]

I wouldn't dream of anything else.

[ With no social obligations to distract them this time, he sees no reason why they can't hold hands all day...! Which he does not say aloud or else risk more redness from her. Instead, he settles back and rubs his thumb along her hand in the increasingly familiar way, encouraging her to rest. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's strange, to think she'd tried that gesture months ago, just to try and soothe him-- and yet it's somehow become something incredibly comforting to her. It's why she relaxes now, on the verge of dozing within minutes.

This... isn't bad at all. ]

[memlost]

[ He watches her breath even out and her expression ease, and finds a little bit of ease for himself. He sleeps early enough that this morning's nightmare left him no more tired than usual, but he's content to close his eyes and entertain himself with his own thoughts. That is, until his consciousness slips away without his notice, grain by grain, into nothing. ]