Early Morning Jaunt for Coffee

[joey crowe]

(Joey walked into the Great Hall, the Quibbler in one hand, and a cup of coffee in his other.) Goodness me, it's chilly in here. (he said as he set his paper on a table, then adjusted the towel around his waist...the only thing he was wearing. He sat, and sipped his coffee politely.)

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

Morgan Had been half awake, sipping on coffee, when she looked up and happened to see Joey. In a towel. In Only a towel. She choked on her coffee, and about had a heart attack. Her Ivory hair Hid her eyes, which were trianed on his pae form. She took a deep breath, and stood, her black silk nightdress falling to her knees. She walked over, and decided to make friendly conversaton. She pulled up the spaghetti strap on her dress, and smiled.

"Good morning Joey." Her eyes raised to the ceiling, which was still dark. The hands rthat held her coffee shook, but it was barely noticable as she sat down, and went to tapping her feet against the floor. "Kinda cold." She said softly, trying very hard to keep her eyes on Joeys face.

[joey crowe]

ooc- i know this prolly won't be continued, but there's no harm in posting, right? right.

bic- (joey shrugged and said smugly) actually, i'm quite hot.

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

ooc: what are you talking about JoJo? I've got nothing to do.

Bic: Morgan smiled shyly. "Um, yeah." the thoughts in her mind ran wildly, screaming Hell Yes You Are! Then, Why shouldn't he know my feelings? "Yes." She said firmly. "Yes you are. Not only are you hot, You are foine!" She laughed blankly, and sat down. "Yeah...So, how're things?" She said awkwardly.

[joey crowe]

(joey looked at her with a raised eyebrow, puzzled. he sipped his coffee, not breaking his confused gaze.) meaning...?

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

Morgan put her head in her hands. "Meaning I really, really like you." She mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. She grabbed her coffee, and sipped it, avoiding the vampires gaze until he said something.

[joey crowe]

that's nice... (he said coldly as he thumbed through the quibbler. it did make him feel odd to have her tell him these things...it was hard for him to just ignore her like this, but it had to be done.)
...don't you...have somewhere to be this morning?
(after this statement, he felt sad, but hid his face in the paper to mask his emotions. this would prove to be harder than he thought.)

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

Morgan choked mid drink. "What?" All the following, the obsession, the fantasizing and daydreaming. To be shot down just like that? Her eyes shot into his, trying to find a meaning to his cruelty. "Why? If you have one last little inkling of respect for me. Just answer me. Why did you do that? Why toy with my emotions like that?" She asked angrily. Inside she was dying...Again.

[joey crowe]

(Joey buried his mind in the paper.) Hrm...weather's looking good this week...(he said softly as he crumpled the paper in his pale hands. He took his coffee and left...but unfortunately for him, his towel remained at his seat with the paper...)

ooc- XD

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

ooc: ~imagins HYDE naked~ ...blink.

bic: Morgan was ready to tackle him. Here she was, finally for once not drooling over him and having a serious discussion, and what does he do? Comment on the WEATHER! Then she was back to the drooling state as she blushingly realized he was...towleless.

"WELL!! IT LOOKS PRETTY NICE FROM OVER HERE!"

Dumb. Dumb Dumb Dumb!

In one animalistic cry of passion mxed with anger mixed with lust (thatsa lotta feelin right there) She ran and tackled Joey, flippng him on hs back and sat on his stomach. "Answer my question Joseph, or I will sit here till you do."

'wow' She thought 'Kinda hard to think...here...on naked joey.