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[ BACKDATED TO PARIS. YEAH.]

Are you ready yet?

[ Morgana sits in the couch, watching the door he had vanished into earlier with a amused grin on her face. She forgets it took her over two and a half hours to find her way here. Despite how used to modern technology she has become it still unnerves her at the best of times. She avoids cards,

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[ SHUT UP WENCH, HE IS TRYING TO GET BAR SMELL OFF OF HIM. It's not like he's putting on make-up or anything... ]

Sorry!

[ Aaand finally he looks presentable, hopping out of the bathroom while pulling his last sock on. It's hardly his fault that someone spilled beer on him last night and he was too tired to shower then, okay? And honestly he had sort of expected Morgana to...take even longer to come over...knowing her... ]

It's still early, we're good! You could've watched TV or something, y'know.

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[ Of course he isn't. Such a pretty princess gosh.

She can't help but laugh as he hopes out of the bathroom pulling on his last sock. It's certainly not a sight she has ever seen before and thus makes it quite entertaining. ]

I could have, however I didn't wish too. [ Technology is still ever and she still doesn't exactly trust it. So it can go be... technology away from her. ]

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[ It's not actually a sight he'd let many witness-perhaps Gaignun once upon a time. Really, he does usually work to be presentable by the time he meets anybody, but considering he actually slept in for once... ]

Yeah, right. So where do you want to eat?