(Originally written by Alistair)
When a shadow was cast over you, you panicked, thinking it was either an unaware Avery walking back down the hall to crush you again without noticing. Or even worse would have been Quinn after her threat. When you looked up and saw that it was Morgan and she was looking straight at you, a wave of relief washed over you.
As you looked up into the face of Morgan, her brow furrowed in concern and her eyes displaying a compassion that you were glad to see in your current state.
“Hunter, what happened? Here let’s get you off the floor and take you to my room.”
Morgan picked at your one deformed leg, almost effortlessly peeling it off the floor, a feat that would have taken you a few minutes at least she managed in a few seconds, before picking you up and placing you in her palm.
As Morgan carried you into her room, you saw it was very neat and orderly. Very much a contrast from Quinn’s room. There was some exercise equipment in the corner, there was a lot of space in this room and you mentally noted to ask Morgan if you could room with her since there looked to be a lot of space for you in here. Morgan placed you down on her bed and gently sat down next to you, making sure to displace you as little as she could, you appreciated her care when she was dealing with you.
“So what happened Hunter? Last I saw you were going to Quinn’s room with her to get to know each other better, how did you end up squished on the floor outside her room?” Morgan looked at you, confused, but also kind of worried.
“...Quinn might be a bit mad at me right now,” you replied, sheepishly.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened so we can see if this can be fixed, wouldn’t want any bad blood between any of us on the first day,” Morgan’s reply was empathetic, but also curious. You proceeded to tell her the whole story. Including the accidental grabbing of Quinn’s thong.
“Well Hunter if that’s all that happened then it sounds like a simple misunderstanding to me,” Morgan looked at you warmly, although there was a hint of scepticism in her eyes, maybe she didn’t 100% believe you but she seemed on board. “I’ll take you to her room, maybe with me there we can get her to hear you out.”
With that Morgan picked you up carried you back down the hall before knocking on Quinn’s door. After a few seconds the door swung open and Quinn was standing there, changed into a set of pyjamas that looked like they were supposed to be baggy, but on a woman much less endowed than she was. They were stretched tight across her hips and chest, they were baggy around the midsection and legs however so it was a very strange contrast. She seemed slightly confused to see Morgan at her door, but her face shifted to a cold expression when she looked down at her palm and saw you.
“What’s the pervert doing here,” she said coldly, not even asking you directly. She was Directing the question to Morgan, not even sparing you a glance after her first look at you.
“Now Quinn, Hunter just told me his side of this and it sounds like a misunderstanding to me, just please hear him out,” Morgan pleaded with her.
“He already told me his little fiction, but if you want him to waste his time go on,” Quinn shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, seemingly being down with the subject but only really not closing the door on you because of Morgan. She looked down at you impatiently.
“Quinn, every word I told you was true. I had cleaned up a load of other stuff before I got anywhere near your thong. The problem with how I delivered that information is that I was scared. You’ve got to admit you can be pretty terrifying!”
As you finished explaining to Quinn, you looked up into her apathetic, neutral expression, hoping for even the slightest shift to show you what she was thinking.
1) Quinn takes on board what you said, and the two of you make up.
2) Quinn is still on the fence, so you offer to do something for her to help make it up to her.
3) She’s still mad, and slams the door in your face.