{ trauma forty-two }

[a_morris_md]

[Morris is currently in the kitchen, journal propped open against a breadbox while he makes himself dinner (which happens to be a large BLT with potato chips and a Coke). He's bowing down to the latest dress code only in the sense that he's wearing what he finds most comfortable, which means his current ensemble consists of breeches, an untucked

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[loisfuckinglane]

Nope.

[a_morris_md]

Is that "nope, I haven't made out with a total stranger yet" or "nope, there's no one left who hasn't"?

[loisfuckinglane]

Well, it's definitely not that first one.

[a_morris_md]

Wrong! I haven't!

[loisfuckinglane]

I wouldn't sound too proud about that if I were you. Karma's likely to listen.

[a_morris_md]

Like I don't know that? Karma hates my guts. Doesn't mean I can't hope, though.

[loisfuckinglane]

There's always the barring yourself in somewhere option.