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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.]

Everything's under control! No need to get up.

[ He trots back and looks thoughtfully at Morgan lying on the floor before bending to pick her up under the arms and drag her sad corpse the rest of the way into Noire's room. ]

But you're... dragging...

[ what is going on. ]

[...well. If he's going to drag her, she's not going to bother to try to stand.]

Heya, Noire! I hear you died again.

It's okay, I did too. We're death buddies this time around!

[ She's on full-fledged resting duty!! ... Pretend that he wasn't just agitating her a minute ago. He drags her allll the way to Noire's bed and sets her there against it. By way of most minimal explanation to Noire: ]

She had a minor tumble just now, but I've got an inkling that she'll live.

Let's try not to do it again anytime soon. [ It'll take some effort, but she'll sit up properly, doing her best to scoot off the bed. ] Um, but thank you for bringing her here.

[And Morgan's...not even going to put in the effort. Mostly because she doesn't feel it's necessary around Morgan and Noire.]

That sounds like a very good plan to me. I mean, it was just such a waste! So let's definitely not do that again.

[mmhmmm]

Oh, right--thanks for bringing me here too, Morgan!

[ He watches Noire scoot. She better not be pushing herself!! ]

No problem. I'm just happy to see you both alive again! I'll be your personal nurse today, so if you need snacks prepared or rides out of bed, I'll be right here for you!

[ Only a little!! ]

... Isn't that a lot to ask of you?

[And in complete contrast--]

Sounds great! Thaaaanks, Morgan! You're the best!

Ha ha ha. [ You silly geese. ] You both have five days' worth of time to make up with me! So we may as well start now.

[ He shoos Morgan up onto a bed. Noire's bed, the disembodied voice's bed, Oz's bed, any bed!! ]

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