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(( IRENE, GIRL HELP))
The noise, the sound, the commotion, the woman herself- It all jolted Morgan awake, the werewolf jumping up from the lounge chair, his arms raised as if ready to fight off whatever the threat is, his eyes wide, and his heart pounding out of his chest having been pulled from an unpleasant dream. There was a pause between them as Morgan was slowing realizing what Irene just said, 'my bed', while the blanket thief made her way around his room. She was moving around the aid of a cane, she was blind, that explains her confusion- Morgan really didn't have it in him to be annoyed with her- wait how did she know his name?
Did she know about his past- well even if that was the case she was blind, how would she even be able to tell it was him in that case- she was blind right? He looks to her, seeing her smack at the wall with her cane in confusion, looking for a door that wasn't there. Yes, legitimately blind. " I- now wait a minute-" He finally spoke, his tone filled with the immense confusion he was feeling. "Who-" 'Who are you', he wanted to ask, but before continuing on, he adjusted the layout of his room. With a wave of his hand, the walls seemed to turn, making it to where the door was now in fact in her path, and she could smack it to her heart's delight.
"This is...this is my house?" Why did he sound so unsure?
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