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Morgan stares at them. Xe drop the bottle, startled, before processing their words.
"Wasn't really planning on summoning one at all. The fuck was in that thing?"
They glance down at the flames.
(I don't think I took any hallucinogens today.)
They pinch the skin of their arm, and it tinges purple at the contact. They look back up at the demon.
(...Probably)
"Who are you, exactly? What kind of demon?"
Morgan pours a bottle of mysterious pink liquid labeled "Whore Juice" onto the ground. Clouds of white smoke appear as it hits the ground.
They hold a phone to their ear, and a loud, feminine voice comes through the speaker. They bend down and light the liquid on fire.
"Pretty sure that guy was scamming me, so I'm disposing of it."
The voice barks something back. Morgan cringes away from the noise.
"Yes, I'm setting it on fire. It'll be fine, man. No- My house won't- it's- I'm outside. Chill."
The fire starts making weird noises.
"Oh shit, call you back."
The voice goes to protest, but xe promptly hang up.
"What the fu-"
— @tripping-tennis-ball
The fire crackles and a low ominous hum comes out of it. Flames shoot up violently, a plume of smoke follows. Everything dies down to a faint flame on the ground and in the middle of the fire stands a figure.
Infront of morgan is a tall demonic figure, wide horns curling back, a pointed tail slowly flicking behind them, no face, and porcelain white metal encasing the body with accents of red
"Hey darlin' i-"
The voice speaks directly into xirs head, coming through as whatever might be most attractive to xem. The demon pauses mid sentence, observing morgan
"You look like you weren't expecting that to work. Shocked to see a demon, love?"
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i look great in this picture :]!! idk who the other guy is. get out of my photo wtf.
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Morgan doesn't utter a word. Sol has sat up by the end of his rant. His knees are tucked into his chest, arms wrapped around them. He stares blankly at a wall. Exhaustion pours off of her in waves. The silence persists for long enough that most would usually mark the conversation over by now. Xe gets a feeling, though, that she's not quite done yet. They're right, of course. Sol looks towards them, eyes wide and alert despite the medication coursing through his system. "Hayte," he whispers, "It- It doesn't think I'm people."
She doesn't say anything else. Morgan nods in understanding. They don't ask how he found out. They wouldn't. There are no reassurances xe could possibly give, not any that would mean anything. At least, not right now. Instead, they stand up. "I'm gonna grab you some water. Alright, sunshine? You stay right here." She acknowledges their departure with just a small nod. Instead electing to stare blankly at the wall again. Morgan walks into the kitchen to grab a cup. They'd known Sol had a lot more to him. Xe always had a vague sense of what could have caused some of her behaviors. It's unsurprising, at least to them, that he'd struggled socially growing up. The specifics are what interests xem. It's depressing, to say the least. The pressure to conform, to be liked, It's something Morgan has always despised. They'd rather be themself and drive people away than give in to what others expect from xem. That mindset has caused issues in the past, sure, but it's worth it. They don't think Sol would agree. For as long as Morgan has known her, Sol has been a people pleaser. It's clear in the way he holds himself around those who's opinions matter to her. It shows in how she smiles and laughs to hide any emotion that he doesn't think is "necessary." That's not to say he never shows negative emotion or that she can't assert herself. He wears anger well. When someone crosses a line or ignores a clear boundary, she isn't afraid to do something about it. They've seen it themself. Too many people have come out of an interaction with Sol with a broken nose for xem to say otherwise. Whether those lines are drawn well or if there's enough of them, however, is a different story. Not to mention the attachment.
(He's spent so long trying to be normal for other people that he practically throws himself at anyone who doesn't hate her "differences". She's so desperate for someone to know him that he lets too much slide. I think she knows that as well as I do.) By the time Morgan returns with the water, and a couple of painkillers, Sol has passed out in her seat. They smile, setting the water and painkillers down on a nearby counter for when he wakes up. They grab a blanket and place it gently over his shoulders. They'll have a lot to talk about once she's awake and sober. There's no way xe are going to pretend nothing happened, come late evening. For now, though, they'll sit and watch over her. Maybe even take a nap of their own once they process everything. Morgan glances over at Sol. "Rest well."
Sol knocks harshly on the door.
"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"
He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.
" I can hear you. I know you're in there."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."
Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.
They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.
His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.
"The hell happened to you?"
Xe usher her in.
#tripping tennis ball#acoustic tenor ball#// end roleplay#yaya#end notes time#Okay this ending one wasnt as detailed as i wanted it to be but i am so tired#Sol has a rough-ish past and this honestly is like. tip of the iceberg#despite that sol is /mostly/ functional!#Sol's sitting is deliberately meant to reference how Hayte sat in the chair on Halloween. Yk when it was mimicking her? anyway#Yes. Hayte was the catalyst for all this BUT that specific comment wasn't a dealbreaker for them as friends#honestly he wouldnt have taken it as hard if she weren't horribly overstimulated on this specific day#i also want to make it clear that a lot of Sols social struggles were the autism and not just the hearing#the hearing was a cover for most people to get away with treating him as 'other'#he just blames most of it on the hearing because its easier but she does acknowledge that's not the entire thing#also! the super hearing was progressive in strength!#it got significantly worse/better with puberty and was basically unnoticeable when she was in elementary#Sol has embraced a lot about herself and usually doesn't view being a 'freak' or 'abnormal' as something terrible but. everyone has bad day#yes sol beat the shit out of his bullies#yes sol punches people that make her uncomfortable#girlboss fr#Morgan is a good friend and recognized Sol just needed to vent#They do talk after this and Sol gets a boundaries lesson#I cant promise its a good Lesson bc....have you seen morgan?#but its better than nothing.#again Sol is actually really self aware. it just doesn't stop her from doing shit that will get him hurt#sigh my freaks#dm me any more questions yaya >:]
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Morgan waits for Sol to finally start feeling the effects.
He put the empty cup on the floor beside him, breathing slowly in a near-lethargic rhythm. They'd have thought she was asleep if it weren't for the way she rubbed circles into her palm with her thumb, soothing.
Morgan waits. They've gotten high with many people. Some go quiet and stare off into space, interrupting their silence with only a passing thought or two. Some get loud and energetic, others hungry or sleepy. Giggly, is another xe encounter commonly enough. To them, it's easy to predict what type of high someone might be just by looking at them. It depends on the drugs, of course, they can't deny that. But, personality plays a major part in determining their behavior.
For someone who values quiet so much, Sol is loud. Maybe not in action, but in presence. First impressions, when not on stage, he's unremarkable. Yet when you start looking, it's hard to look away. Ironically, it's a bit like staring into the sun. She commands attention with ease. He wears his heart on his sleeve, a smile so bright it's almost painful to look past the surface. It takes some effort to notice but beneath that all that warm lies frustration. Frustration at the world, at people, at herself. Sol runs on that frustration. Yet, he assumes things will improve if she powers through the worst. She bottles up every negative response and just takes it. There's no room for upset. He has things to do. "I- I know I'm different, okay? And I'm fine with that. Really."
Sol is a talker.
Sol knocks harshly on the door.
"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"
He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.
" I can hear you. I know you're in there."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."
Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.
They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.
His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.
"The hell happened to you?"
Xe usher her in.
#tripping tennis ball#acoustic tenor ball#absolutely bullshitting that analysis btw#mmkay dont get too excited#this is a brief intermission#i just needed a pov switch rq
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Morgan returns shortly, carrying a drink in one hand and a pack of multi-colored cigarettes in the other.
They walk over to Sol and take a seat on the chair beside her. Sol puts a hand out to take the drink, but Morgan holds it just out of his reach.
"Let's be clear. I'm only giving this to you because you look like you're going to do something drastic if I don't. I'm not going to ask why this time," they sit up, "Can't promise the same if this happens again."
They look her in the eye. Xe aren't going to be responsible if he regrets this in the morning.
"You're going to feel like shit tomorrow, Sol. Are you sure?"
She meets their gaze, his hand still outstretched.
"I'll be fine, Morgan," he takes a deep breath," Promise."
They sigh and hand him the drink. Morgan leans back in the beanbag chair, adjusting slightly for comfort.
Xe watch as Sol stares into the drink and swirls it around in her hand. She stares at the surface as if transfixed. He frowns as the colors dance across the surface, shifting between a stark violet and a deep, wine red.
Morgan nods towards the drink.
"Just downers in there. I mixed 'em with orange juice, so you shouldn't taste much else. Would've mixed it with soda, but ah-"
They pull out a cigarette from the packet and place it between their lips. They pull a spiral-patterned lighter out from their pocket and hold it up to the end of the cigarette. Xe pause just before lighting it.
They glance at Sol.
"Mind if I smoke?"
She hums noncommittally. He stares at the drink for a few seconds longer before chugging half of it in one go.
Morgan chuckles at the pained expression that crosses her face once the acidity hits.
"Easy there, Sunshine."
Sol knocks harshly on the door.
"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"
He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.
" I can hear you. I know you're in there."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."
Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.
They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.
His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.
"The hell happened to you?"
Xe usher her in.
#tripping tennis ball#acoustic tenor ball#morgan vs the mystery drugs#sol isn't usually this open with his emotions around Morgan btw#which is why Morgan hesitates#Morgan losing color variation when theyre being serious my beloved
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Morgan assesses her.
"You sure about that? You don't wanna talk it out first?"
Sol's responding glare shuts that down immediately.
They put their hands up in surrender.
"Fine, but you're eating something first."
Xe walks over to the kitchen counter and grabs a paper plate from the cabinet. They grab a leftover slice of pizza from earlier, toss it onto the plate with a napkin, and unceremoniously shoves it into Sol's hands.
Sol squints at them angrily, looking for all the world like a disgruntled chihuahua. Morgan raises a brow, looks down at the plate, and back up at her.
"Go on then. Eat."
Sol knocks harshly on the door.
"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"
He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.
" I can hear you. I know you're in there."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."
Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.
They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.
His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.
"The hell happened to you?"
Xe usher her in.
#tripping tennis ball#acoustic tenor ball#unimportant but this is ponytail morgan#please imagine the pointy ears
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Sol knocks harshly on the door.
"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"
He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.
" I can hear you. I know you're in there."
"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."
Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.
They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.
His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.
"The hell happened to you?"
Xe usher her in.
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6, 13, 14, 15
Have you ever been in a relationship?
Morgan lounges on a chair by the pool.
"'Course I have. Most of 'em have been short-lived, tbh. "
They take a drag of xer cigarette. They look out at the water and blow colorful smoke into the warm night air.
"You met Roan? She's probably the longest relationship I've ever had. She was kind of a bitch though."
They fidget with the beads on the ends of their hair, absently.
"Breakup was rough, but I mean, we're still partners in the end. We fuck sometimes, it's chill."
What diseases do you have?
"Syphilis, probably."
What kind of people do you tend to gravitate towards?
Xe pull at xer bottom lip, thinking.
"Smart ones, I guess. Never really thought about it too much. If you're interesting enough, you're cool to hang out with me."
They chuckle and run a hand through their hair.
"Being hot is definitely a factor."
Are you a more emotional or logical person?
"Look at me, dude. What do you think?"
They gesture to themselves, careful not to let the lit cigarette touch their hair.
"Honestly, I'd say logical. Surprising. I know."
They laugh.
"I use logic for a lot of shit. Most of my decisions and detective work rely on it. Doesn't mean I won't do dumb shit, I just know that it's stupid while I do it."
#tripping tennis ball#yeah Morgan says acronyms out loud#i love xem#they use xe/xem like they/them btw#i like to imagine their speech is vaguely staticky or buzzy#roan and morgan love eachother i prommy theyre just dicks#silly fun time
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Youytrew soo hotottof
"Ayee. Thanks, babe."
They wink.
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Favorite character you've interacted with?
Least favorite character you've interacted with?
Are you planning on doing a halloween costume this year? If so, what will you go as?
If you had to pick one character to go out with, who would you pick?
Fuck/kiss, marry, kill out of everyone you've interacted with.
Have you ever been in a relationship?
Do you remember anything from before you came here?
If your life depended on it, would you let @elongated-tennis-ball operate on you?
Do you know how to fight/are you able to defend yourself?
What kind of hobbies do you have?
Are you LGBTQ+?
Smash or pass @elongated-tennis-ball @husband-tennis-ball.
What diseases do you have?
What kind of people do you tend to gravitate towards?
Are you a more emotional or logical person?
What are your deepest fears?
What is a secret you have that you're willing to share?
What do you like/dislike about yourself?
What would you do if you found a dead body in a hotel room?
Would you rather know the date or cause of your death?
What is your biggest regret?
What is your favorite childhood story?
Who do you think you are most similar to?
What are your thoughts on @i-want-tennis-ball?
How did you get your name?
What is your relationship with your parents like?
What type of people do you have no respect for?
How important to you are your morals? What would it take for you to break your moral code?
Have you committed any crimes?
Do you want to change anything about your appearance?
What is the most important thing in the world to you?
Have you ever killed or seriously injured anyone?
How easily do you trust people?
If you were stabbed in a dark alleyway, what would you do?
What are your opinions on the last person you interacted with?
Do you believe in the multiverse? What are your thoughts on it?
What are your thoughts on @i-hate-tennis-ball and @i-want-tennis-ball being on good terms now?
Do you believe the gods are real?
What is something about you that people would not expect from a first glance?
Are you attracted to anyone at the moment?
Are you afraid of death?
What type of music do you like to listen to?
If you had to get rid of one of your five senses, which would you choose to live without?
Do you have a good sense of memory? Would you rather remember or forget unpleasant things?
Do you think you would be able to get away with murder?
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUSNDKANFJQ
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give me crack
"Hell yeah."
Morgan pulls out two plastic baggies.One has a white rock in it, and the other has a brownie.
They raise a brow.
"You gonna pay? If you can't, you can try this brownie instead. Dunno what it does. You might die, but..."
They shrug half-heartedly.
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"What the hell is in that thing?"
They look down at the cup in their hand. Colors swirl hypnotically across the surface.
They shrug and take a swig.
"I dunno. Tastes good, though."
Their partner snatches the cup from their hand and takes a sip herself.
"WHY IS IT SHARP?!"
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Name: Morgan
Pronouns: They/Xe/Any
Gender & Sexuality: Transmasc Lesboy
Age: Early 30s
Status: "You can hit."
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"Speech looks like this, lol."
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