Morgan sighed as he sat at his desk. There was work due and he was finding it harder than usual. He's never been much of a writer, so it didn't help that Pheros assigned each student a mini-story to bring. It also didn't help that he was having dinner with Severa… again. He also started up a habit of checking his grades daily, which made him worry more, as he could see the 'A' drop to a 'B' and to its current high 'C'. He needed to focus more on his work. Now, for The Red Knight's College, there are actually two categories of students, the Academic and the Athletic. He was in the latter, which had more leeway for grades, in exchange for higher standards for physical activities. Unfortunately, he was approaching the bottom side of that leeway.

He needed to raise that grade, so he could at least drive the concern from his mind. Well that, and if his mother would ever ask how his grades were doing, then he wouldn't be able to fudge the truth… he couldn't, as even over a phone, Robin had a disturbingly incredible ability to read him. She would definitely scold him for this. His head met the desk less than a second later, hoping that the contact would let some ideas loose…

The desk was more liable to break before that happened.

Perhaps he just needs to get up for a bit? No, he needs to get this done. That two-day deadline is forcing some sense of dread on him. "Gods, save me." He mutters as he picks up his head once more.

Which is the exact same moment someone knocked on his door. He glanced at the clock, Severa won't arrive for another hour at the least. Heaving a sigh, he gets up and opens the door. It turns out to be that dark-clothed neighbor. "Hello, Morgan." She smiles.

"Hello, Tharja." He sighs, "Is there something you needed?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a walk."

The request caught him off-guard, but he recovers quickly enough, "Can't, I got work to do."

"...would you like some help?"

Something about this conversation feels off. "I can manage, it's just a mini-story, after all." He shrugs it off.

She smiles, but it's caught somewhere between friendly and creepy, "You have Pheros's class, too?"

...Of course the weird neighbor also just so happens to have the same class. "Yep."

"Maybe we could get some inspiration off of each other?"

He takes a moment to think about it, before nodding, "Just for a bit, I have a friend coming over in the hour." Adding to his uneasy feeling, she procures her work on the spot, before striding in the very second he moves aside for her. It's almost like she knew…

Now that he thinks about it, she's literally the only one with windows on both sides of her apartment… and those windows are also conveniently lined up with the 'work' rooms. It dawns on him that she's the stalking type.

Great. He suddenly regrets his decision for wanting help. Regardless, he closes the door and goes back to the work room, where Tharja has already made herself quite comfortable in a second chair… that he didn't have. Where did it come from?

Tharja's weird.

"Thank you for your time, Morgan." With Tharja's strangely readily help, he and her finished in thirty minutes. "And, don't be shy to ask for help in the future, alright?"

"Sure thing." He most certainly won't be asking for help, everything about her visit rubbed him the wrong way… figuratively and literally, especially when she 'accidently' touched him. He just kept quiet about it, though, bringing it up would mean halting their work… which would mean she would be there even longer. Letting out a sigh as he walked back into his room, he lied down on the bed, eagerly awaiting Severa's arrival…

Maybe a bit too eager. Closing his eyes, he reaches down and under his shorts… he has time for a quick one.

Morgan sighed as she sat at her desk. It's dark out, it's late, she should be asleep by now, but since she can't think clearly, she hasn't finished her work. She's still tired, she still needs more sleep, and despite having successfully denying giving help, she still has quite a bit of rest to catch up on. For a moment, she contemplated another cup of coffee, but her potential decision was interrupted by someone knocking on her door. "Gods…" She mutters as she gets up.

"Hello, Morgan." Oh, it's Tharja.

"Hello." She responds, with a yawn added at the end. "Is there something you needed?" She found herself automatically asking.

She casually shrugs, "Just a minute or so to talk, if you don't mind."

"I'm sorry, but I'm quite busy. Maybe some other time?"

"...Perhaps I can help?" Something about this conversation is bothering Morgan, but she's too tired to put enough effort to figure it out.

She shakes her head, "It's just leftover History work, I'll be fine." Besides, she really likes Miss Tiki's…

"Oh, you have Tiki's class, too?" Oh, how convenient… almost too convenient. "Maybe we can help each other out?"

Pushing through her exhaustion, Morgan narrows her eyes, trying to figure Tharja out, yet she lacks the drive. "Yea, sure." She moves aside to let the increasingly suspicious neighbor in, who eagerly strides in and straight to her work room.

The two finished in an hour, as Tharja was strangely prepared for this. "Thank you for your time, Morgan. Oh, and don't be shy to ask for help some other time, okay?"

"Of course." Morgan sends her off with a smile. "...after I figure your intentions out." She mutters to herself, there's no way Tharja just so happened to stop by when Morgan hit a mental block…

Tharja is weird.