-morgan outside the aweful waffle-<br/><br/>4amn, i thought you would never leave that place," morgan said to ingid by way of greeting. he was there, outside, shirtless, shoeless and with his camera bag over his shoulder. "do you have any idea how hard it was to be childish and juvenille while also not being a toital dick. i mean aline prolly remembers my number, hell, i know she knows yours. were the xoxo too much? i wanted to write my number on her forehead, but that might 'ave been a bit much. next rtime i get a sharpie around her i will have to be rude. something like hello kittie domanatrix or something."<br/><br/>morgan rambled for a moment while he lit another cigarette. his rant about being too nice an admission that the stunt was designed to hide that he was not a total tool. he gave a shiver. the adrenaline come down, caffeine fueled buzz was wearing off and it was cold out.<br/><br/>"fuck, ok, i need a bed, this shit is cold out here," he looked to ingrid. " split a room with you and fuck for the rights to the bed?" hard to tell his mood, but he seemed dead serious about his comment.<br/><br/><br/>(typed on a phone, will edit later)