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[Yeah, she's definitely ducking to avoid that door. Wow, she feels like a giant up here.

He asked the question, though, so she has to answer it.]

Well, I suppose we could meet some people who want to just manipulate us into horrible things or want to eat us like cannibal vampires or something like that, buuuut--

It's still probably worth the risk of something like that, ha ha!

[ VALID POINTS... but there's one word he (somehow) hasn't heard yet despite living with one... and being a juicebox for one... ]

Say, what's a vampire?

I'm not entirely sure, but I think they drink blood. That seems to be the common consensus.

They might also be cannibals, but I'm not entiiiirely sure.

[ur welcome

But she just plays with his hair as she answers. She's tired, but not tired enough to not be excited about this whole situation.]

[ What a little monkey... but he doesn't mind in the least, smiling widely. As they emerge from the house, he gives her a little hop to better settle her. ]

Oh! So like Charles.

--Charles is a cannibal?!

[ as if the drinking human blood wasn't alarming enough ]

He miiiight beeeee.

[She just says so sing-songly. Patting his hair back down now idly...]

I'm not so sure though. There was only one vampire who asked to eat my limbs.

[just one]

[ ?????

Sometimes Morgan-style bluntness is bewildering even to a Morgan. He tilts his head back, trying to look up at her. ]

That sounds like one too many... Who would agree to having their limbs eaten?!

[She just pats him on the head again. There, there.]

Nobody would, of course. Don't worry, Morgan, I told him no. I'm very fond of all of my limbs, so even if he looked like he was weak and starving, I wasn't going to give him any of my limbs!

[ Head pats are oddly reassuring... even if very little about this is reassuring at all. He is pacified. ]

Good! I know I'm being your legs right now, but there are some places I plain can't take you. ... Hey, maybe that lady who ate Virion way back when was a cannibal vampire.

[ revelations, five months later. ]

You mean you wouldn't carry me everywhere if a vampire ate my legs?

[harsh, bro.

Though a moment later she blinks, startled also by this revelation.]

Hey, that's right! She probably was a cannibal vampire! Whoa, I didn't realize we had so many of them here. They must eat a lot of people that we don't notice.

That's a little alarming and horrifying. But at least we know now!

[ THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS...? ]

And I'd carry you anywhere I could! But I wouldn't be allowed in ladies' baths, for instance. And you'd have an awful lot of trouble getting out of bed in the morning... I suppose someone else could carry you, but having no legs seems like it would be a lot of hassle.

[ you think??? ]

[All that really matters.

But she just considers that very deeply. Before ultimately nodding.]

You know, I think you're right! I suppose I'd better keep my legs.

[You were never planning on losing them, Morgan....]

But heyyyy, you're not getting tired, right? I mean, I'm enjoying the trip, but I feel a little bad weighing you down!

Hah, you're as light as a babe! Same size as one, too. I'll show you how tired I am!

[ And thus he grabs her ankles and proceeds to RUN. ]

[OH GOD RUNNING.

She hunches over, grabbing at his hair and ultimately clinging is the best she's capable of right now. THANKS HAVEN. THANKS DEATH.

But this way they'll get back to Noire more quickly, so there's that...]

[ His hair is going to look like tumbleweed after this, isn't it? Still, he is not above laughing at her clinging, newly undead or not, and so that is what he does. He slows as they reach Noire's house. ]

Feeling all right up there?

[It is indeed. She likes playing with it. It's a very pretty blue.

She just proceeds to mess up his hair more in response.]

Juuuust fine, yep! It would take more than that to shake me off, just revived or not!

[ur welcome]

[ He takes this abuse as he fumbles with the doorknob and ducks to get them into the communal room incident-free. No Noire in sight yet -- she should be curled up in bed. ]

Something like -- this?

[ He reaches up and pokes her in the side. ]

[alskndfglkg

She squeaks, and then gets revenge by grabbing his hood and maneuvering it over his head

TUGGING IT DOWN OVER HIS EYES.

This plan is wise, okay.]

Surprise attack! Take this!

[ ALL HE DID WAS POKE HER ONCE

He stumbles and yelps, but her reaction is so precious that he laughs and powers through the blindness to sneak in some more pokes. He didn't need his eyes anyway!! ]

Clever! But your flank's exposed!

[YOU INCITED WAR like maribelles across enemy lines

But she's squirming, because SHE'S GETTING POKED and also it tickles a little and clinging to his collar to not fall off (hopefully it's not choking you, twinny twin) and laughing really really hard.]

Pfffhahahahaha! I-- I can't breathe--!

[This is all too much effort after just dying, and yet she's feeling so much better because of it.]

[ It's so confusing and awkward to have her scrambling around like that, and now he's laughing harder because she's laughing harder, and this is a terrible cycle of neverending hilarity. He would be doubled over if he had the luxury; instead, he sinks to ground slowly, laughing so hard that he's starting to cry. ]

[And as he sinks towards the ground, she tumbles off of him, finally losing her grip. Thankfully, they're close enough to the ground that despite the thump she hits the ground with, she's not hurt at all.

Instead she stares at the ceiling and wheezes.]

...Haaa... oh, are we here?

[Just...wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, no big.]

[ He gives up on being on limbs and lies on his stomach until he gets the giggles out of his system. Eventually, he recovers with a long and happy sigh. ]

Phew... we're here! Let me get the door.

[ He pushes himself up and to Noire's room, cracking it open slowly in case she somehow slept through all the ruckus. ]

[ HAHAHAHAHAHA no who do you think she is--

Noire is, in fact, still in the process of trying to sit up without wincing, and looking rather alarmed. ]

W-what happened? Are you all right? I thought I heard a thump--

[Morgan's still just flopped on the floor, staring at the ceiling and giggling a little to herself.

So.

There's that.]

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