“yeah, definitely. i used the lost numbers though, so it might be cursed,” she deadpans with the smallest smirk known to mankind, but she’s still fiddling away with her bag strap. that is, of course, until charlie throws her arms around her, and the only thing that initially stops her from hugging back, is surprise. still, she’s not going to complain, and wraps her arms around her in return. to be frank, she’s mostly relieved it went down well; perhaps morgan is bad at gifts because she doesn’t really have to give them all that often, but a less depressing and more realistic answer is that morgan’s just bad at gifts because she thinks she is, because apparently her attempt at presents are worthy of being adored. who knew ?
watching charlie do the math and realise the offer is there until the ripe old age of fifty, sets off what seems to be the most satisfied looking smirk that brighton has ever seen, but in reality, it’s merely morgan trying to hold back laughter. “thought i’d give you some time to think ‘bout it,” but apparently it’s not needed, since charlie is already talking about throwing ideas around, but morganna can’t say she’s disappointed.
“i don’t have anyone booked for an hour,” she confirms vaguely; while breaks are needed, actually disappearing from the shop for more than twenty minutes on a regular basis is a rarity. an hour is an hour though, and they do need to get a move on, so charlie opening the door and allowing morgan to slip out first is wise. it isn’t until they start walking that she asks a: “good birthday ?” which roughly translates to ‘feel free to tell me everything in full detail, because i actually genuinely care.’
“we’ll just have to take that chance,” charlie replied, joking back. it might have taken her a bit to pick up on morgan humour but once she did, it was definitely worth it. charlie was glad the other reciprocated the hug rather than standing stiff like she might have anticipated from someone not expecting one. though any hug was a good hug, in her opinion. she couldn’t help being affectionate with friends, still considerably less so with morgan. when it came to gifts herself, charlie had the habit of them either being a hit or a miss really. perhaps it was because if the gift receiver didn’t immediately have a goofy surprised look on their face after opening, she considered them to not like it, though they might have fallen somewhere in the middle. if need be, she had nearly perfected her own feigned excitement to please her misled relatives. like anyone would really swoon at a poorly fitted knitted sweater.
charlie laughed. “well, i might end up using that time anyway.” she was indecisive by nature and had no idea which one of her family members had passed down that quality. probably one of her own doing. she might have to get a few temporaries before deciding which one would work for her. while she didn’t believe all tattoos had to be meaningful, it was a matter of whether they felt right for her. or rather things just had to fall in place for that to happen. “great, that’d work out perfectly! don’t exactly want us to have to scarf down our meals as soon as they come,” she replied as they started walking at a reasonable but fast pace to the restaurant, “you know, i might have to order a midday cocktail with brunch. my job’s a bit more fun a little tipsy, let’s be honest.” she had the afternoon/evening shift at blue moon in a couple of hours though, so chances are she wouldn’t even be a little buzzed by then. “really good,” charlie answered with a grin, “woke up to french toast and then mum and cam took me out to lunch and a bit of shopping. hung out and then neon, of course. i think they’d go out of business without me.”
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