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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan is seen chewing on the remnants of a piece of bread. Finishing the food, she dusts her hands off and then addresses the communicator] "Another night of shallow rest. How iritating." [Taking a headache tablet, Morrigan sighs and then closes the communicator as she waits for it to kick in.]

Comments

[Video]

[nice_2_eat_you]

Huh. You too, hm?

[Video]

[desertedchateau]

Yes. This is either the third or fourth night.

[Video]

[nice_2_eat_you]

...I've had about the same. I can't really remember. [A frown.] Which is really annoying.

[Video]

[desertedchateau]

It is. [Morrigan idly braids some of her hair] If this is tied to what I think it may be tied to, then..

[gohomenmstrb8]

[[Excuse him, jaw to the floor.]]

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

You're fuckin hot.

[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan, pain aside, blinks at the obvious statement and then laughs.]

Tell me something new, sweetheart.

[gohomenmstrb8]

[[Jan grins a wry, toothy grin.]]

I could tell you you just met the next man of your dreams, that'd be news I'd bet.

[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan examines his teeth as he talks, arching an eyebrow.]

It would be. What's your name, man-of-my-dreams?