IC ➛ Voicemail

[intendance]

[The voice that comes on is very bright and cheerful.]

I suppose you can leave me a message here! So feel freeeee!

[morgan that is not how you do this, morgan--

Click!]

[ Action: Apt. 14.3 | Voice | Video ]

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[uncalled]

You bet it is!

[ . . . but he did notice that deep breath. So he's just going to go ahead and run his fingers through her hair just once as he promises-]

I'll make sure nothing happens to you, okay? Promise. I'll be right here.

[intendance]

[....and she is tired, after that entire experience, with the horror a little numbed. So that gesture is soothing, and she automatically snuggles a bit closer--

But then she mumbles:]

Don't stay too long...you'll get sick.

[She knows Haven's rules too well to know that he'll stay right there the whole night. But for now...this is probably enough.]

[uncalled]

I know... I've risked it for you before though. What's a second time between friends?

[So he's just going to sigh and run his fingers through his hair again at that, resting his head on top of hers. True, he'll probably have to go back soon but... for now, he can try to lull her to sleep.]

Sweet dreams, pipsqueak.

[intendance]

[...She wants to argue it more, because she doesn't want him getting sick in her perfect blanket fort, okay--but this is comfortable and she's content and she doesn't want to move.

So instead she just yawns quietly before drifting off to sleep, curled towards him as if seeking that touch--he's warm, and so is she, and it reminds her that she's alive, and she isn't surrounded by corpses.

No, she's back.

And that's....enough.]