{ 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

Comments

[goodtodream]

I'm not quite sure what made out means, but I'm pretty sure I haven't done it.

[a_morris_md]

[why does that voice sound familiar]

You don't know what 'made out' means.

[goodtodream]

No. Should I?

[a_morris_md]

Dude, where are you from?

[goodtodream]

My name is Marian, not dude. And I am from Nottingham.

[a_morris_md]

[NOW he knows why she sounds familiar]

Hey! I know you! You got hurt back during the zombie invasion and I treated you.

[goodtodream]

...What are you talking about?