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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[danseur]

[ and just for that, he's going to make a godawful mess while he laps the water up. the sun is coming soon - he can quite literally feel it in his bones - and so he's going to find a place to settle down. probably right on her couch. ]

[evocation]

[What an asshole. She plops down on the couch beside him.]

Is this like, your werewolf crash course or something?

[danseur]

[ morgan will uneventfully drop his fuzzy head into her lap, just because it's not like he has a way to actually answer her. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna sighs dramatically, but she immediately starts to scratch behind his ears, so she can't be that upset.]

[danseur]

[ and you know what? this is totally fucking demeaning, but he can't bring himself to complain, either. he'll be there until sunrise unless she moves him. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna doesn't move him. In fact, she actually starts to doze off. Sleep hasn't been easy to come by in the last few days.]

[danseur]

[ there's no way to actually, physically see the sunrise down here in the murdercave, but werewolves always know. not long after kyna starts dozing, morgan drags himself off of her lap, sort of slinking around to the back of the couch.

he's trying to be as sneaky as possible, just because the change back isn't necessarily a pretty one. he's also going to be trying to grab that blanket the moment he has proper hands again. ]

[evocation]

[Morgan is in the clear, because Kyna is pretty much out! He's going to have to wake her up once he's done doing the monster mash.]

[danseur]

[ welp. it won't be long before morgan is reaching up to grab the blanket, fashioning it into a sort of ... toga. he drops down next to her, nudging her foot with his. ]

Psst. Hey. Wake up.

[ he sounds like he's been gargling gravel. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna kicks back a little, opening her eyes reluctantly. Hey, Morgan.]

I'm up. You okay?

[That doesn't sound healthy.]

[danseur]

Getting there.

[ he clears his throat. it doesn't help. ]

Sorry. Don't know why I came here. I don't normally - roam.

[ he's only recently started leaving himself unchained for the transformation at all. ]

[evocation]

She pushes herself upright, stretching.]

You don't have to apologize. I don't mind. Does that like... hurt?

[danseur]

Yeah, well. [ he exhales. ] I'm a big bad werewolf, didn't you know. I could've killed you. [ and a pause. ]

Nah. Doesn't hurt. Just... aggravating.

[evocation]

[She nudges him with her foot again.]

I'm not afraid of you. Do you have to do this every full moon, no matter what?

[danseur]

Yeah, it's not really - negotiable. Twice a month in Hadriel, because lucky fucking me.

[ he tries again to clear his throat, then makes a face. ]

Did you give me a bowl of water?

[evocation]

[Kyna wrinkles her nose back.]

What else was I supposed to give you? A champagne glass?

[danseur]

I don't know.

[ he's grumpy and sore and uncomfortable. ]

A bowl just seems... undignified.

[evocation]

God, sorry. I'll use a glass next time.

[Ridiculous!]

Why'd you come over here, anyway? Just for that?

[danseur]

Let a guy keep a little of his dignity, yeah.

[ says the man sitting in a blanket toga. ]

And - I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry.

[evocation]

[Well, that came out wrong.]

No, that's not... I mean, it isn't bad. I was just... you know. Wondering.