gluttoning | CELL PHONE LOG - BARRETT <-> MORGAN

CELL PHONE LOG - BARRETT <-> MORGAN

[A picture is sent.]

I wonder if I could find Faulkner in here somewhere.

Good morning.

[Late in the evening:]

Travel safe tomorrow. :-)

I will be busy until game time but let me know when you land.

[The text comes around 8:40pm PST.]

Morgan?

Don't answer if you're not feeling okay right now. Or if Cithis or Kabru or someone else is reading this, let it be for right now.

Just let me know if you get this.

Are you awake? Can I call?

[continuing from here--

It's always a nice place to move around, he thinks, if not a little medieval looking. But Barrett's main focus is towards getting them to a section that's further away from any other possible occupants, shedding his jacket once they reach an adequately quieter spot.

No PVP, no enemies -- he's not going to bother equipping anything but his weapon right now, the wings at his back buzzing against the open air as he rolls his shoulders.]

I wonder if this place changed, too. You used to be able to spend as much as you wanted here.

[A pause, in which he fiddles with the grip on his lance as he looks towards Morgan.]

Hey.

Can you promise me something?

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