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[bloodandblunder]

"H... hello? Um, this is me-- ah, Noire! I'm Noire, and I'm very sorry for missing you somehow... I promise I'm not avoiding you, unless you're scary or you're Mo-- trying to curse me. U-um, so when I can figure out how to-- ( beeps ensue, followed by a shriek of fright ) O-oh, no! What did I push, how do I-- make it-- oh gods, did I break it?! W-why can't we just talk in person?!"

[ BEEP. ]

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[memlost]

[ Follow he does. He sets Mr. Wallop next to her bow and arranges it neatly while Noire is de-booting, then looks around at her room curiously. It's always interesting to see the things people have when there's so little to be had. ]

Who are your roommates, anyway?

[bloodandblunder]

Gilbert and Oz and a... er, a voice.

[ yeeeep. There's not much on her end, except several bits of miscellaneous items on top of a nightstand; she might have been working on talismans. But she settles herself on the edge of the bed and sighs. ]

I don't really know them all that well, but Oz and Morgan are close.

[memlost]

[ ... a voice... Anyway, he sits on the floor by her legs, leaning back against her bed. ]

Ah, Oz. I've lived with his sister Ada ever since I got here. I guess Morgans are just meant to be friends with Vessaliuses.

[ Family names coming in handy in everyday application, oooh. ]

Are they that close, though? I had no idea.

[bloodandblunder]

I didn't know he had a sister... [ she'll blink down at him, though. ]

... But I think they are? From what she told me about him, it sounds like she likes him a lot. Maybe like likes.

[memlost]

[ -- And he turns to blink up at her. ]

Wha? Really? She told you that?

[bloodandblunder]

We were talking about boys... um, and she said he was attractive? She was also very adamant about me taking care of him. Honestly, she still knows him better than I do.

[memlost]

[ Girl talk... a realm he cannot hope to intrude upon. Such are his limitations as a boy. He's quiet for a moment, trying to picture Morgan and Oz together. ]

Yeah... If I were a girl, I'd probably find Oz attractive too. He's nice, and a pretty good-looking guy, huh?

[ The voice of utter security. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Morgan, she doesn't even-- ]

Er... yes? He was very nice to me when I met him, so I think if it's him, it's all right.

[memlost]

I think so too. [ nod nod ] And if he does anything out of line, we can sit on him or something.

[ Oz is still Ada's brother, so anything more than that might make her cross. But no promises if he deserves more than that... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Okay, that makes her laugh-- quietly. ] I'm sure he'd regret it, either way.

[memlost]

Rightly so.

[ Even if Morgan could probably exact her own punishment perfectly well. He turns and pats Noire's bed. How can she sleep if she's sitting up? ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well first, the gloves have to come off! And they're being placed somewhere conveniently nearby, before she swings her legs up and eases herself under the sheets.

... This feels a little odd. ]

[memlost]

[ Shh no it doesn't. Morgan slides down until his head is resting on her mattress and nestles himself there comfortably, feet resting against the opposite bunk. ]

Thanks for putting up with me, Noire. I feel loads better than I did before.

[bloodandblunder]

You don't have to thank me... [ and she'll curl on her side, closing her eyes. ] If you're feeling better, that's all the thanks I need.

[memlost]

[ He smiles and closes his eyes as well. Time to see if this strategic bedtime story works... ]

Ahem.

"In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact..."

[ And so the story goes, a tale of sieges and numbers, and the wisdom of knowing thine enemy. It's a dry story, but informative, and Morgan tells it as peacefully as anyone might tell a children's fairytale. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ To her credit, Noire does listen to a lot of it, soaking it in, because she's always been in awe of tacticians and how they can work with so many diverse soldiers and abilities.

But she's also worn out from all the fretting over the days, and before Morgan finishes, she'll have drifted off, breathing soft and even. ]

[memlost]

[ When he's done, he sits and listens to her breathing. It would be nice to stay and drift off too, and he has half a mind for it, but he's done enough sleeping for the week. It's a good couple minutes until he moves, turning to look at Noire. Then he stands to go, leaving the dummy by her bow, and closes the door quietly behind him. ]