{ 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

[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!

[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?

[sexyhitchhiker]

[over da journal]

[hah] Just stay away from me.

[a_morris_md]

Gee, thanks?

[sexyhitchhiker]

No problem. I know I'll be trying my hardest.

[payback]

This year?

[a_morris_md]

Yeah, this year.

[payback]

Then the answer to your question is yes.

[a_morris_md]

Hey, you haven't kissed some random person yet either?