[SCENE] Matt and Morgue have alone time
((Note: this scene was chronologically placed before Diego's parole, but finished later. This ship stops right here, because with Armando out, Morgan has no need for such a "protector" as Matt.))
((Eldoon: *A very girlish giggle escapes her lips, and she drops the paintbrush* Why, Mister-- Matt.
*** Eldoon is now known as Morgue))
Morgue: *It is a fine and sunny day, and Morgan is using the light to her advantage in the arts and crafts room: she is trying to fill the biggest canvas she could lay hands on, that she might place it as a screen between herself and that odious sparkly man while she is dressing in her cell. Right now she is putting the finishing touches on a barely passable fox-- adding more point to its ears, more fluff to its tail*
Matt: *Enters the room with the simple intention of writing a letter to Shoe about his upcoming birthday, even if he doesn't know if Adrian will even take the time to read it to the cat. After his first step into the room, he sees Morgan and grins. As he steps further into the room, his eyes move to the canvas Morgan is painting on and he immediately mistakes the fox for another animal.* Madame Fey! Good afternoon!
Morgue: *Morgan looks up from her work, and returns Matt's smile softly* Mr Engarde. How are you this afternoon?
Matt: Wonderful. *He moves to stand next to her.* How are you, Madame Fey?
Morgue: I am very well, thank you. *She sets aside her brush to lift her ubiquitous tea cup to her lips* I am making some progress with my screen. Soon my dressing ritual will again be a mystery to that foul good sir who did away with Mystic Mia.
Matt: *Nods.* Good. A respectable woman like yourself needs privacy. Especially from someone like him. *He motions to the empty chair next to her.* Mind if sit down?
Morgue: Not at all, Mr Engarde. *She turns on her chair to face the empty one* And how is Mr Wellington, may I ask?
Matt: *Sits down, looking at the canvas again.* That looks really beautiful... Welly? He's doing alright. Still under my control, if that's what you mean.
Morgue: *She smiles darkly around her tea cup* Good. I am in your debt, Mr Engarde. *She surveys her own work critically* Do you think so? I was working from memory of what it is supposed to look like. Naturally, there was no model...
Matt: It looks just like a cat! Almost the same size my cat is...
Morgue: Oh! *She frowns even more critically at the canvas* It's... supposed to look like a fox. Of course, I'm not quite finished...
Matt: ...A fox? *Stares at the canvas before squinting one eye.* ...Oh! I, uh, I totally see it, Madame Fey! I just was thinking about my cat so it was really on accident! *He points at that tail of the fox.* See? It is more fluffy than a cat's tail. ...Unless it is a longhaired, fluffball cat, but I don't really like those ones...
Morgue: Ye-es... *She picks up her brush again and makes another swipe at the tail* I was trying to lengthen the points on the ears. At the very least I can say that when Mr White sees it, he will recognise a superior artist. *She sniffs* Even if he, too, takes it for a cat.
Matt: Of course. Your art is a million times better than his! *His smile softens and he leans closer.*
Morgue: *Though it's clear from her smug expression that she was expecting such a compliment, her ears redden underneath her bun all the same* Thank you, Mr Engarde. I'm pleased to know that you have some of the aesthetic appreciation the true samurai was known for.
Matt: *His smile widens.* Hm. It's so nice to be in the presence of a real lady.
Morgue: *She smiles, and touches Matt's arm with the hand not holding the brush* Thank you, Mr Engarde. I am glad there is at least one gentleman within these walls.
Matt: *Reaches out with his other hand to rest it on top of her's.* I thought I said to call me Matt.
Morgue: *Her smile twists playfully* So you did, Matt. *She reaches with what is now her free hand to tickle Matt's cheek with her paintbrush*
Matt: *Releasing the hand that was laying on his arm, he gently grabs at her other hand before smiling sweetly. Looking straight at her, he bows his head and kisses the top of her hand.*
Morgue: *A very girlish giggle escapes her lips, and she drops the paintbrush* Why, Mister-- Matt.
Matt: *Kissing the top of her hand again, he sits back up but doesn't release the hand yet, giving it a small squeeze.* Madame Fey...
Morgue: *It's Morgan's turn to lean in now* Matt. Perhaps such formality is misplaced between us. Call me Morgan.
Matt: *His smile widens as he leans in towards her, merely inches away from her face. The voice lowers to a very sultry tone.* Of course, Morgan.
Morgue: *A whisper* Matt. *She reaches to brush his hair off his cheek, to plant a light kiss on the side of his face*
Matt: *Feeling the small kiss is a victory, he allows her a small chuckle before it clicks that she is kissing his right cheek.* Morgan...
Morgue: Matt... *She pulls back a little* Is something wrong? ...Oh. *She frowns at the exposed scars*
Matt: *He fakes a frown, quickly averting his eyes. He looks ashamed, letting out a very small sigh.* I'm sorry...
Morgue: No, no... *She reaches out again to trace around his eye* There's no shame in the scars of an honourable battle...
Matt: *He nods to himself mostly, everything falling into place easily as he looks up to meet her gaze. He stares at her for a moment.* ...You are wonderful. *He smiles sweetly.*
Morgue: *For answer, Morgan leans in again to kiss him on the lips*
Matt: *Slightly taken back by the kiss as he really wasn't expecting that as a reaction from someone like Morgan, it takes him a moment until he finally returns the kiss. He decides to follow her lead on this one, knowing he shouldn't take any chances. He really didn't want to get slapped for getting to 'fresh' with her.*
Morgue: *She lingers for a moment before breaking away, and sitting back, but not without taking his hand again* A token... for your next battle for my honour-- be it with Mr Wellington, or Mr Armando...
Matt: *Continues to smile.* I'll have to remember to battle for you more often, Morgan.
Morgue: I pray you will, good sir. *She finally reaches down to recover the paintbrush on the floor* Or Mr White-- though I do believe this fox will outwit him.
Matt: *His smile sharpens into a smirk.* It wouldn't take too much to outwit him, huh? *Glances to the screen again.* It really is a nice screen.
Morgue: *Smiles* Why, thank you. Even in hobbies one must take great care, great pride. I will have this on display in the door of my cell for... the remainder of my sentence.
Matt: ... *Deciding that is his cue to change the subject, he scoots his chair closer to hers. His knees bump against her softly before he moves them about an inch away.* And no one can see us if they were on the other side?
Morgue: That is the idea. It is shameful that women reside in the same block as men-- shameful! *She jabs at the canvas, rounding out the tail*
Matt: I, like, totally agree! A woman like yourself shouldn't be shoved into a place with horrible men like Redd White! It's totally disrespectful and unfair.
Morgue: Indeed. *The simple touch-up has made the fox look less like a cat, and Morgan lays aside her brush with some satisfaction* This will change matters. Let Miss Miney expose herself to every man on the block. I have higher standards. *smiles on Matt*
Matt: I know you have higher standards than she does. *Returns the smile before he reaches out to take her now empty hand. He leans in closer again.* So no one can see us from the other side?
Morgue: *She smiles craftily as she leans in* No one. Why do you ask?
Matt: *With one of her hands already in his, his free hand moves upward slowly to her face, stroking her cheek in a gentle fashion. Keeping his sweet smile plastered on his face, he holds back the laugh he would like to let out. Women were so easy to manipulate once you knew what they liked and wanted.* I was just...curious. I love spending time with you, but I'd really like to spend more time with you... alone.
Morgue: *Morgan places her free hand on Matt's chest, but not to push him away, as one might expect* We are alone, aren't we? Not even the fox has eyes to see us...
Matt: *Chuckling again, he quickly closes the distance between their lips. He has moved forward enough now so that their knees are once again touching, one hand of his touching her face and the other clutching at her hand.*
((Eldoon: *A very girlish giggle escapes her lips, and she drops the paintbrush* Why, Mister-- Matt.
*** Eldoon is now known as Morgue))
Morgue: *It is a fine and sunny day, and Morgan is using the light to her advantage in the arts and crafts room: she is trying to fill the biggest canvas she could lay hands on, that she might place it as a screen between herself and that odious sparkly man while she is dressing in her cell. Right now she is putting the finishing touches on a barely passable fox-- adding more point to its ears, more fluff to its tail*
Matt: *Enters the room with the simple intention of writing a letter to Shoe about his upcoming birthday, even if he doesn't know if Adrian will even take the time to read it to the cat. After his first step into the room, he sees Morgan and grins. As he steps further into the room, his eyes move to the canvas Morgan is painting on and he immediately mistakes the fox for another animal.* Madame Fey! Good afternoon!
Morgue: *Morgan looks up from her work, and returns Matt's smile softly* Mr Engarde. How are you this afternoon?
Matt: Wonderful. *He moves to stand next to her.* How are you, Madame Fey?
Morgue: I am very well, thank you. *She sets aside her brush to lift her ubiquitous tea cup to her lips* I am making some progress with my screen. Soon my dressing ritual will again be a mystery to that foul good sir who did away with Mystic Mia.
Matt: *Nods.* Good. A respectable woman like yourself needs privacy. Especially from someone like him. *He motions to the empty chair next to her.* Mind if sit down?
Morgue: Not at all, Mr Engarde. *She turns on her chair to face the empty one* And how is Mr Wellington, may I ask?
Matt: *Sits down, looking at the canvas again.* That looks really beautiful... Welly? He's doing alright. Still under my control, if that's what you mean.
Morgue: *She smiles darkly around her tea cup* Good. I am in your debt, Mr Engarde. *She surveys her own work critically* Do you think so? I was working from memory of what it is supposed to look like. Naturally, there was no model...
Matt: It looks just like a cat! Almost the same size my cat is...
Morgue: Oh! *She frowns even more critically at the canvas* It's... supposed to look like a fox. Of course, I'm not quite finished...
Matt: ...A fox? *Stares at the canvas before squinting one eye.* ...Oh! I, uh, I totally see it, Madame Fey! I just was thinking about my cat so it was really on accident! *He points at that tail of the fox.* See? It is more fluffy than a cat's tail. ...Unless it is a longhaired, fluffball cat, but I don't really like those ones...
Morgue: Ye-es... *She picks up her brush again and makes another swipe at the tail* I was trying to lengthen the points on the ears. At the very least I can say that when Mr White sees it, he will recognise a superior artist. *She sniffs* Even if he, too, takes it for a cat.
Matt: Of course. Your art is a million times better than his! *His smile softens and he leans closer.*
Morgue: *Though it's clear from her smug expression that she was expecting such a compliment, her ears redden underneath her bun all the same* Thank you, Mr Engarde. I'm pleased to know that you have some of the aesthetic appreciation the true samurai was known for.
Matt: *His smile widens.* Hm. It's so nice to be in the presence of a real lady.
Morgue: *She smiles, and touches Matt's arm with the hand not holding the brush* Thank you, Mr Engarde. I am glad there is at least one gentleman within these walls.
Matt: *Reaches out with his other hand to rest it on top of her's.* I thought I said to call me Matt.
Morgue: *Her smile twists playfully* So you did, Matt. *She reaches with what is now her free hand to tickle Matt's cheek with her paintbrush*
Matt: *Releasing the hand that was laying on his arm, he gently grabs at her other hand before smiling sweetly. Looking straight at her, he bows his head and kisses the top of her hand.*
Morgue: *A very girlish giggle escapes her lips, and she drops the paintbrush* Why, Mister-- Matt.
Matt: *Kissing the top of her hand again, he sits back up but doesn't release the hand yet, giving it a small squeeze.* Madame Fey...
Morgue: *It's Morgan's turn to lean in now* Matt. Perhaps such formality is misplaced between us. Call me Morgan.
Matt: *His smile widens as he leans in towards her, merely inches away from her face. The voice lowers to a very sultry tone.* Of course, Morgan.
Morgue: *A whisper* Matt. *She reaches to brush his hair off his cheek, to plant a light kiss on the side of his face*
Matt: *Feeling the small kiss is a victory, he allows her a small chuckle before it clicks that she is kissing his right cheek.* Morgan...
Morgue: Matt... *She pulls back a little* Is something wrong? ...Oh. *She frowns at the exposed scars*
Matt: *He fakes a frown, quickly averting his eyes. He looks ashamed, letting out a very small sigh.* I'm sorry...
Morgue: No, no... *She reaches out again to trace around his eye* There's no shame in the scars of an honourable battle...
Matt: *He nods to himself mostly, everything falling into place easily as he looks up to meet her gaze. He stares at her for a moment.* ...You are wonderful. *He smiles sweetly.*
Morgue: *For answer, Morgan leans in again to kiss him on the lips*
Matt: *Slightly taken back by the kiss as he really wasn't expecting that as a reaction from someone like Morgan, it takes him a moment until he finally returns the kiss. He decides to follow her lead on this one, knowing he shouldn't take any chances. He really didn't want to get slapped for getting to 'fresh' with her.*
Morgue: *She lingers for a moment before breaking away, and sitting back, but not without taking his hand again* A token... for your next battle for my honour-- be it with Mr Wellington, or Mr Armando...
Matt: *Continues to smile.* I'll have to remember to battle for you more often, Morgan.
Morgue: I pray you will, good sir. *She finally reaches down to recover the paintbrush on the floor* Or Mr White-- though I do believe this fox will outwit him.
Matt: *His smile sharpens into a smirk.* It wouldn't take too much to outwit him, huh? *Glances to the screen again.* It really is a nice screen.
Morgue: *Smiles* Why, thank you. Even in hobbies one must take great care, great pride. I will have this on display in the door of my cell for... the remainder of my sentence.
Matt: ... *Deciding that is his cue to change the subject, he scoots his chair closer to hers. His knees bump against her softly before he moves them about an inch away.* And no one can see us if they were on the other side?
Morgue: That is the idea. It is shameful that women reside in the same block as men-- shameful! *She jabs at the canvas, rounding out the tail*
Matt: I, like, totally agree! A woman like yourself shouldn't be shoved into a place with horrible men like Redd White! It's totally disrespectful and unfair.
Morgue: Indeed. *The simple touch-up has made the fox look less like a cat, and Morgan lays aside her brush with some satisfaction* This will change matters. Let Miss Miney expose herself to every man on the block. I have higher standards. *smiles on Matt*
Matt: I know you have higher standards than she does. *Returns the smile before he reaches out to take her now empty hand. He leans in closer again.* So no one can see us from the other side?
Morgue: *She smiles craftily as she leans in* No one. Why do you ask?
Matt: *With one of her hands already in his, his free hand moves upward slowly to her face, stroking her cheek in a gentle fashion. Keeping his sweet smile plastered on his face, he holds back the laugh he would like to let out. Women were so easy to manipulate once you knew what they liked and wanted.* I was just...curious. I love spending time with you, but I'd really like to spend more time with you... alone.
Morgue: *Morgan places her free hand on Matt's chest, but not to push him away, as one might expect* We are alone, aren't we? Not even the fox has eyes to see us...
Matt: *Chuckling again, he quickly closes the distance between their lips. He has moved forward enough now so that their knees are once again touching, one hand of his touching her face and the other clutching at her hand.*