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04/25/12(Wed)00:53 No.18852049"So," You say, looking at Morgan in the rear-view mirror. "I don't think we've been properly introduced."
She arches an eyebrow at you, while you get your first real look at her. She has black hair, so dark that what little light reflects off of it looks almost blue/purple. Brown eyes, a complexion slightly on the pale side. She's wearing a blouse and slacks that would put her on the 'casual' end of business casual. Looking at her, she almost looks like she's a proper lady. And next to her sits the unasked question in the form of 5'6" of some sort of cyber-punk techno wizard that is Mooch's casual wear. "No, I don't think we have. I'm Morgan, Matt's wife."
"Right, well I'm Alex. I'm more or less in charge of what's left of Hope's piloting corps."
"So I heard from my husband."
"Yeah, about that...."
"Yes?"
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet? You don't exactly strike me as..."
"Compatible?"
"Kinda. Because Mooch is, well, Mooch. And you look...."
"Remotely sane?" She says with something of a smirk. She then looks at Mooch. "How much is it safe to tell them?"
"Eh, anything you want. They don't know all the little details, but that's more because I haven't got around to telling them instead of some big secret."
"Alright then..." |