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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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[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. ]