Morgan was disappointed with himself, highly disappointed. Oh, if his mother were to have witness his folly, then he would probably hear no end of it. He sorely lost the bet he made with Inigo. He should have known better, but once the idea of a challenge popped up, he couldn't help himself. As such, he had to take Severa out on a date, and there is one thing he learned from that time spent, well two, or maybe even a handful.
One, Severa is actually an extremely hard worker, and she enjoys physical based activities, so he actually enjoyed his time with her. Two, Severa was undeniably petty with the 'payback' for the 'insult', as the first place she suggested was a rather expensive restaurant… at least the food was good, though it left the budget for the rest of the month extremely tight. Lastly, he did mention he enjoyed his time with her, right? Well, the two are actually also going to do some one on one contests… in his backyard… because she is sharing a two bedroom apartment with 'someone annoying'. She also forgoed the notion of going to one of the actual sporting grounds, because she didn't want any 'interruptions'. He didn't question her, as he would actually rather stay on her good side.
As such, the two are in his rather pitiful excuse of a backyard, because the studio apartments don't really get a backyard. So they are standing on his back porch, which barely has enough room for a hammock… and maybe a chair if you really tried. "I told you it was small."
"This isn't small, this is… puny!" She crosses her arms, clearly displeased. "How can you even live here?!"
He clicks his tongue, "That's why I spend most of my day outside of this place." He shrugs as he leans on the wall, "So, with the size in mind, what did you want to try first?"
"What can we do? There's literally nothing."
"Push-ups? Squats?" He offers.
"If I wanted to do those, I'd do them back at the gym."
Morgan sighs, "How about, uh, seeing how hard we can throw a baseball?"
"That's so… oh, alright. But only because there is no, like room to do anything on this sorry excuse of a porch."
"Sweet, I'll be right back." With that, Morgan is in and out of his apartment within a minute. "Alright, you first." He tosses the baseball at her.
"Fine." She easily snatches it out of the air, and less than a second later, chucks it back at him.
"Easy." He smirks as he gives his throw a fair amount of force.
"Were you even trying?" She responds with a much faster throw.
"I could ask the same." The ball goes even faster.
"That's nothing." The exchange keeps going like this. The baseball would be thrown, some trash talk would come from the catcher, and the ball would be thrown faster.
At least, that is what happened the first fifty rounds… "Try this one!" Morgan puts all of his strength into a single throw, making it travel so fast, that Severa actually squeaked and ducked under it, if she were any slower, she would probably have a ball-sized indent in her forehead. However, the problem with her ducking is that there is a house behind her. Or more specifically, there is a window behind her. "Oh… shit."
The window shattered, "You… dummy!" Severa shouts, and another window breaks after that, "How hard did you throw that…" A third shatter.
"...Whoops." Once more, let it be known that Morgan tends to break things when he gets too into the game.
"Well, not my problem." She crosses her arms, "You threw the ball, after all."
"It wouldn't have been thrown that hard if you weren't here!"
"Oh sure, blame it on me… just like everyone else." Her mood dropped so intensely that Morgan instantly felt horrible, like he crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed.
"No, you're right." He quickly backs off, "You're a guest here, anyway. So, I'll take care of it."
"...too easy." She mumbles once he is out of earshot, "Or maybe you're too nice, I suppose I'll find out later." Morgan walks to the entrance of his apartment, ready to be on the receiving end of whatever tirade that the neighbor will throw at him. He was expecting some brute of a neighbor who would start screaming about what a disturbance he is…
He wasn't expecting Morgan to be at the door. "Oh, well then." She starts off, clearly as surprised as he. "I take it you're the one who almost lobbed my head off with a baseball?"
"I uh, yeah… sorry." He managed to stand up to Walhart himself without so much issue, so why was this girl giving him problems?
"Right, well. Just don't do it again." She seems to be in the same boat. He was about to close the door right then, "Actually, uh. I don't suppose you have a few minutes to spare?"
Morgan looked over his shoulder, "Not right now, no. Maybe later?"
Morgan nodded, "That's fine, I can wait. Tomorrow, then?" She offers.
"Uh, sure."
Morgan smiles at Morgan, "Alright then, I'll see you later." She leaves, and after she's already back at her apartment, a thought occurs to both of them. Where were they going to meet?
Shaking his head, Morgan returns to the porch, "You look like you've seen a ghost." Severa comments as she sits on the railing.
He sighs, "No, it's just… there's a girl here that…"
"Oh, of course, you already have one…" She mutters under her breath.
Yet he continues, as he didn't even hear her, "shares the same first and last name as me, it's really weird."
"Must've been easy to be friends then, right?" Severa looks away, because of course the first guy she can get a good challenge in, also happens to…
"Huh? No. She locks herself up and, ugh, reads all day." He gives her a smile, "It's confusing enough since we share… oh right, you're there, too."
"...and of course, he almost forgot I am even there." Once more, she mumbles.
"Are you alright? I'm not bothering you, am I?"
"Of course not! I…" She is cut off by her balance going off for a mere moment, and she suddenly tips backward off of the railing.
Thankfully, due to his intense amount of exercise leading to his far superior strength and speed, Morgan manages to catch her before she fell the whole yard down to well, the yard. However, the problem was that he caught her by the ankle and his head is also over the edge to make sure he could reach far enough. The reason why this is a problem is because, well… He is seeing things that he shouldn't. His face immediately burns red. He quickly heaves her up before she, hopefully, doesn't realize it. "I got you." He calms himself as he brings her back up to the porch.
"Well, it wouldn't have happened if you weren't so…" She once again, mutters, "Wait, why is your face so…" She pauses.
"N-No reason." He fumbles over the pitiful lie.
"Wait, you…" Unfortunately for Morgan, she realized exactly how he got her up, "You pervert!" A resounding slap echoed through the air, leaving a red handprint on the boy's face.
"Would you have rather fell to the ground? You could've had a concussion!" He touched a finger on his reddened spot… ouch.
"Yeah well, you obviously set this whole thing up." She counters.
"How could have I…?" Great, now he's on her bad side again. He heaves a heavy sigh, then braces for the worst, "I'm sorry, I had no foul intentions. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
She smiles, "Well, there is going to be a sale on campus tomorrow…"
Of course it would be tomorrow, Morgan hesitated for a moment, surely the other Morgan wouldn't mind, right? She would probably be too absorbed in her books to even remember, "Alright, I'll be there." However, unlike his conversation with the duplicate, "Where do you want to meet?"
"It's closer to your place, so I'll come here." With that, "I'll see you tomorrow, Morgan."
"I'm looking forward to it." He half-lies as he really hopes he'll end up being a pack-mule, rather than an extra set of dollars. Gods only know what will happen if she asks him to spend money again. He does enjoy his time with her, but spending any more will finish off his spare money, then he'll be cutting into the food budget, since that is the second highest one… next to the rent.
Severa walks out of his apartment with pride, "Yep, he's too nice." She says to herself as she returns to her apartment.
Morgan sighs as she walks back into her apartment, before picking up her cell phone and… someone knocks on the door. Beautiful, right as she was going to call the repair services. She goes back to her door and opens it, "Hello?" She asks and it's that dark-clad woman next door.
"Morgan Reflet, right?" She gives her a smile that sends a bad notion.
"That's me. You're the next door neighbor, right? What's your name?"
"Tharja." She replies, "I was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk."
She shrugs, "Sure, I can hold off on calling a repairman."
Her smile comes by again, it's somewhere between creepy and friendly, "I have a friend coming to fix mine, and I can send him your way if you want to…?"
Morgan immediately picks up that she wants something, she just seems like that type of person, "Alright, what's the price?"
"We're neighbors, it's no problem."
"We just met, you must be of the rare sort to offer help so freely."
"...Are you wanting to pay? I would think someone would jump on the chance for something free."
Morgan and Tharja lock eyes, the weird black-clothed woman seems honest enough, "Alright. I apologize for the suspicion, but I'm unused to just 'getting' things."
"Would it make you feel better if I asked for something in return, then?"
Morgan nods, "Yes, actually."
"Well, there is small party happening near the gym tomorrow…"
Of course it's a social event, "I'm not comfortable with crowds, is there anything else?"
"Me either, I suggested it because it means that the pools will be devoid of people." Her eyes dart away for a moment.
"...The pools are a half mile away from the gym." Sure, there is a pool in the gym, but that's more for swimming laps.
"Exactly." She smiles once more, "Would you care to join me?"
It's set for tomorrow, would the other Morgan mind? He is rarely at his apartment, and he'll probably forget their talk since he'll be so into his excessive physical activities… "Sure, I'll be there." And unlike her conversation with the other Morgan, "Where do you want to meet?"
"We're neighbors, so how about I drop by your apartment, and we'll walk together?"
"Good point, I'm looking forward to it, Tharja." Morgan smiles.
"Me too, Morgan." Tharja returns her smile, "I'll see you tomorrow." With that, the dark clad woman walks away, "Oh yes… she's the one." She giggles to herself.
"She's kind of weird, but I like her." Morgan states as she closes her door, "Now then, I…" She pauses, "Oh, shoot. I need a swimming suit." She glances at the clock, "It's almost dinner time, too. Which means it'll be time to share tales with Donnel…" Swimming suit or dinner first? She takes a moment to weigh her choices, "I should eat first. Besides, I wonder what else he can share." Nodding to herself, she readies herself for the cafeteria.