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Crimson_Indigo | Moonshine’s
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Crimson_Indigo | Moonshine’s
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"Who the heck blew themself up in the COUNCIL!" Morgan shouted angrily.
((What message? So slow!))Morgan listened in.
"No, I mean it."
Morgan rolled her eyes, "You too Cinder."
"Me? Since when?" She raised an eyebrow.
((Watched, bought, watched.))Morgan giggled too.
Morgan scoffed.
"I can cook, paint, and sing pretty well tho."
Morgan shook her head. "I'm not good with that kind of stuff. I can use it, but I can't do much else."
"Maybe." She said thoughtfully.
"Yes, actually, I wouldn't mind it."
Morgan sat on one of the crudely made benches. Made from a hollow log and a saw, it threatened to make her fall over.
She shrugged. "It pays the rent." And threw off the jacket.
"I'm a waitress." She unzipped her jacket and showed her the blue/gray uniform.
"Me?" She asked, surprised.
"Okay then." She shrugged.
"You too." Her red thread wasn't on, as she had a heavier coat on and instead had a red ribbon wound in her hair. "No one else?"
Morgan was about to cock the gun when she saw Cinder. "Cinder!" She put down the gun-
Morgan's hair was so wet, it looked black as she lifted her own gun hearing someone downstairs. You took no chances here.
Morgan walked down the path, snow flying of loose drifts and sticking in her hair. By the to e she got in the barn, she had white hair that she was wringing out.
