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[hating]

respond here to see morgana think you're a demon who possessed her communication device

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[hating]

Oh my. You were right, audio was a better choice.

[fragmento]

Do you know the way or not!?

[hating]

[ ......... ]

You know where I am.

[ no! she does not :) ]

[fragmento]

I'm not going to simply hand you your clothes in the middle of the station! It's either my room or yours.

[hating]

[ jesus christ on a piece of toast ]

I don't know what room you're in.

[fragmento]

419. Get moving.

[hating]

[ jacopo is the worst. a demon from the very bowels of hell. he's a piece of shit, is what i'm saying.

anyway.

morgana takes her sweet time showing up, because she wants to make sure no one realizes she's on her way to jacopo's room. if she is seen... she has to take a detour so no one knows. or just bail! that would be pretty funny. she can imagine the look on his face...

...except she just ends up knocking on his door with three gentle raps of her knuckles. ]

[fragmento]

[ he absolutely rushes to the door, but he doesn't let her know that. it's opened with haste — he's not keen on anyone else knowing she's in here either.

he motions her in with a wave of the hand. she'll find that his room is spick and span outside of the papers strewn across his desk. her robes are on his bed, neatly folded. ]

They were...floating about in the corridor. I couldn't find your brooch, however. I'm...sorry.

[hating]

[ the robes are inspected, with a gentle touch. her fingertips graze alone the fabric of the robes, tracing the spot where the brooch always sat. ...to be so concerned with a trinket, she knows, is a symptom of greed. even so, his apology makes her heart sink. ]

...It... must be... around here somewhere.

[ her mother's voice is so distant to her now, but somehow, morgana can recall the memory of that birthday so easily. ] My... [ ...treasure ] Brooch. It... was on the robes, so I am... sure.

[ even so - morgana is disappointed. she wanted that back, as well. ]

[fragmento]

[ ... ]

We'll get it back.

[ he says, eyes alight with determination. ]

If your robes are here, the brooch must be as well — let's do a sweep of the entire station.

[ a beat. his hand hovers near her, but it does not touch. ]

I promise you...we'll find it. I'll do anything to get it back.

[hating]

[ ... ]

The door is over there.

[fragmento]

...

[ he gets up to leave. ]

[hating]

Oh, don't look at me like that. Shall I call you desperate once more?

[fragmento]

What does that have to do with— I told you I'd find it!

[hating]

[ ......... ]

My God, you really are as dense as a rock at the bottom of a lake... I want to put the robes on. I'm not staying in these ridiculous trousers a moment longer than I need to.

[fragmento]

[ ....... ]

Oh.

[ well, whatever. he is indeed heading out the door. ]

I'll be outside once you're done.

[hating]

[ well! ten minutes later, morgana emerges in her robes, sans butterfly brooch. ]

Where did you find these to begin with?

[fragmento]

Heh. A perfect fit, as per usual.

[ anyways. ]

I already told you, they were afloat in the corridor. I was going about my daily ritual and...

Bam. Crimson robes that I could recognize in an instant.

[hating]

The idea of you recognizing my clothing so easily makes me want to vomit.

[ just saying. ]

Yes, the corridor, but perhaps my brooch floated away near it. ... Or... away from it, by now.

[ the ship is quite large, isnt it ]

[fragmento]

We won't know until we look.

[ he arrogantly snaps the straps on his jumpsuit. why the fuck is he doing that. i guess he's just excited to be with her. ]

We'll start with Deck 4 since we're here as it is, and then move onto 3, 2 and 1. We can save 5 for last. Is that alright with you?

[ ... ]

If you grow weary, I can tend to the rest by my lonesome.

[hating]

There is the sixth deck as well. It only has the bedrooms [ and a locked area, but morgana doesn't note that ] however.

[ ... come to think of it, she never really... ]

How did you find it... before?

[fragmento]

You're right. Thank you for reminding me.

[ it's said earnestly. ]

Find what, exactly?

[hating]

You're like a chicken without a head were it not for my intervention.

[ he's an idiot!!!! ]

My brooch.

[ way back when. ]

[fragmento]

Oh...

Ahaha...

It's, uh. Not a particularly savory story...you'd likely disapprove of my...methods.

[hating]

I'm sure I will.

[ note the use of "will". she still wants to hear it!! ]