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[sluefooting]

Who: Morgan Stoddard[The Horse], Adam Raines[The Lion], Monica Rae Demuth[Slue Foot Sue].
When: Late Saturday, after this.
Where: 14th Precinct, Police Station.
What: Morgan is getting processed and let out following his freak out. Adam comes to gather him up, Monica waits around to make sure he's alright.
Rating: Pending.

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[aesops_horse]

A uniformed officer led Morgan out of the back of the precinct. Morgan looked about as low as one could go, and his fellow officer was apparently having a fit of the giggles.

"Alright, Twister, you're free to go. See you tomorrow."

Morgan came over and sat next to Mo with a heavy sigh. He was careful to leave a respectful distance between them. "Well that was about as much fun as dressing a cat. So tell me why all that happened again?"

[sluefooting]

[aesops_horse]

Morgan smiled tiredly at her. "That's a lot less fun than it was supposed to be," he said. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and stared at it a minute, grimacing. "Hehhh ... I'm going to call a friend to come pick me up. I don't think it's safe for us to be in a car together."

He flipped it open and called Adam.

[thelionraines]

Adam checked the ID on his phone before hitting talk.

Morgan. Huh. That was a bit unusual.

"Hey, Stoddard," he answered, and the question of what's up? was undeniably present, even in just those two words. Hey, they were guys. They didn't call each other out of the blue just to talk.