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[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Well that went less than well...

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[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Once he's done calling, he disconnects the phone*

Connor's coming. *don't let Murphy's collected tone fool you, Morgan. He's still pissed out of his fucking mind.*

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Now? [And there's the panicked look. She didn't mean NOW.]

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Aye, now. Yeh think I was goin' ta hold on the secret? Yeh wanted to start some fucken' secretive club?

*he couldn't hide something like this from his brother, never. He knows that would hurt him even more and right now that's the last thing they need.*

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I wouldn't have minded a club.



[OOC: I am so tempted to pull out my villian journal...we need a big bad.]

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Yeh will if yeh don't stop bein' a little smartasss bitch, trust me. *nods, mostly to himself.*

(ooc: So. Very. True. So far because of Morgan, Connor's mun and I love you enough, but if you do that we might just marry you! XDD)

[need-some-rope.livejournal.com]

Morgan? *he virtually rushes through the door, his eyes frantically searching out first his daughter, then his twin. Murphy didn't sound happy at all when he called and he's been worried sick the whole of the short way home*

What's happened?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Da... [Deep breath, Morgan. Deep breath. While normally she would look to Murphy at this point, she knows today she is on her own.]

We...

We need to talk.

[need-some-rope.livejournal.com]

*looks from her to Murphy, and back to her. Neither look hurt, but those words never mean anything good*

What about?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[She's not sure the best way to go about this. Stalling, as she collects her thoughts, she pours herself a shot of whiskey -- glad that her Da and Murphy have never really cared about underage drinking.] You know that drug dealer they found near the church? The one that was all but crucified?



I did that.

[dukefuckinwayne.livejournal.com]

What the fuck did you do?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Hey! I don't need you yelling at me too! [Seriously, Rocco. It makes her sad.]

[dukefuckinwayne.livejournal.com]

What, you want a fuckin' pat on the head?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

No. I just would like one person in my life to not be yelling at me. Da and Murph already got that covered and Smecker seems to be throwing in for good measure.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Once he's done calling, he disconnects the phone*

Connor's coming. *don't let Murphy's collected tone fool you, Morgan. He's still pissed out of his fucking mind.*

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Now? [And there's the panicked look. She didn't mean NOW.]

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Aye, now. Yeh think I was goin' ta hold on the secret? Yeh wanted to start some fucken' secretive club?

*he couldn't hide something like this from his brother, never. He knows that would hurt him even more and right now that's the last thing they need.*

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I wouldn't have minded a club.



[OOC: I am so tempted to pull out my villian journal...we need a big bad.]

[need-some-rope.livejournal.com]

Morgan? *he virtually rushes through the door, his eyes frantically searching out first his daughter, then his twin. Murphy didn't sound happy at all when he called and he's been worried sick the whole of the short way home*

What's happened?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Da... [Deep breath, Morgan. Deep breath. While normally she would look to Murphy at this point, she knows today she is on her own.]

We...

We need to talk.

[need-some-rope.livejournal.com]

*looks from her to Murphy, and back to her. Neither look hurt, but those words never mean anything good*

What about?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

[She's not sure the best way to go about this. Stalling, as she collects her thoughts, she pours herself a shot of whiskey -- glad that her Da and Murphy have never really cared about underage drinking.] You know that drug dealer they found near the church? The one that was all but crucified?



I did that.

[dukefuckinwayne.livejournal.com]

What the fuck did you do?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

Hey! I don't need you yelling at me too! [Seriously, Rocco. It makes her sad.]

[dukefuckinwayne.livejournal.com]

What, you want a fuckin' pat on the head?

[angel-not-saint.livejournal.com]

No. I just would like one person in my life to not be yelling at me. Da and Murph already got that covered and Smecker seems to be throwing in for good measure.