forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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The employee gave a helpless shrug, and Morrigan sighed, reluctantly reinserting herself into the conversation. “Yeah. A friend of mine. Rafael Gonzales.”

“Really? You know him?” Rowan asked curiously, “This is amazing. Tell him, if you get the chance.”

“Will do,” she muttered, suddenly hyper-aware of how strange she looked in jeans and a black leather jacket in such hot weather… but no matter. It was better than showing the scars on her body to the rest of the world…

Rowan flashed a smile and handed the employee the album with a slight flourish of his hand. “I’ll get just this, thanks.”

Morrigan, tense, began to inspect one of the shelves.

(Lmao Yeah we can do that. I can start but I have to go soon so I might not get to do it
Until morning)

“Do you like the band? Or just associate with it because of your friend?” Rowan asked Morrigan curiously while paying for it.

“I like the band,” she muttered, reaching for a shirt with the album cover painted across it. “We all do. My friends, I mean.”

“That’s nice. I think I heard something about them coming back here after their tour is over.” Rowan told her, nodding to the employee and taking his bag.

Morrigan held the shirt up against her chest, satisfied when she saw that it seemed to be the right size. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She slipped it out, and, seeing that Macha was calling her, held it to her ear.

"Hey, Macha. Yeah, I'm fine. Shopping. Is Tyler okay?"

(Oml that’s the first thing she asks)

Rowan froze for a second, almost dropping his bag before realizing how odd he must look at this moment before regaining his posture and coughing nervously.

(lol she doesn't trust him to stay out of trouble/not get arrested again)

Morrigan raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Keep him out of trouble. And keep our guest away from my cupcakes. If you find him touching my stuff, text me, and I'll make him regret it when I get home."

(That’s fair though lmao)
(I can just imagine Tyler: “keep me out of trouble. I can keep myself out of trouble.”
Macha: “sure you can honey.”)

Rowan turned away a bit, feigning browsing nearby as Morrigan continued her phone call.

(lmao)

"Yep. Will do. Bye, Mach."

Slipping the phone back into her pocket, she turned to the stranger. "What was that about?"

Rowan looked back her way and shook his head a little. "Oh, well nothing. I just..know who you were talking to…" He admitted slowly.

Morrigan snorted loudly. "Yeah, right."

"I do!" Rowan replied defensively. "Macha, the really shy one with white hair. She drinks coffee like it's water. You mentioned her husband as well, Tyler."

Morrigan’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Are you watching my friends?” She took a threatening step forward.

Rowan shook his head frantically. "No no no. Never. No. I work at the shop down the street and they both come in a lot. That's all."

Morrigan clenched her teeth and withdrew her phone from her pocket once more.

“Hey, Mach. Some creep at this store is claiming to know you? British, tallish——Oh. That’s him?”

Rowan laughed nervously, scared of what this women would do to him if she found out what happened with Macha. He cast his eyes down towards the floor, assuming that they were close. Maybe she already knew? I'm going to die today.

“Right. Thanks, Mach,” Morrigan muttered into the phone, before hanging up and returning it to her pocket. “So… you’re Rowan?”