[ morgan considers for a moment, then shrugs as he stands up. it'll be just a few seconds later before he's actually nudging the door open, toeing his shoes off and shutting the door behind him.
he is eating a bag of stale convenience store powdered donuts. it is all over his fingers. he does not seem to care. ]
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he is eating a bag of stale convenience store powdered donuts. it is all over his fingers. he does not seem to care. ]
Don't mind me. Didn't wanna interrupt.
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[This is a little awkward. He glances between them, conflicted with how these two separate pieces of his life are meeting up.]
...you weren't interrupting. Good morning, Morgan.