Re: Obstreperous | 7-29-2020 | Morning
A massive rumble shook the floor above where Morgan had been laying, nearly asleep. It was his bedtime, and someone had done something not-fucking-chill. Inconsiderate pricks, he thought to himself, then hauled his ass up and out of his colorful bedding. His head tilted back, his hair fell in his eyes, and he fumbled for a cigarette before he headed for the stairs to the first floor. Had Kellan done some Home Alone fuckery? Had Gael finally murdered Lochlan? Was there a hole in the ceiling from God's smite? Twas a mystery!
Oh fuck. "Fuck!" Morgan screamed, and he immediately tapped into the mansion's med line. Ronan had finally done it, he'd had the heart attack they'd all known was coming. And he'd broken the banister. Morgan winced at that and started checking his brother for life signs and potentially mangled limbs. There was a small pile of ash next to his face and a burnt cigarette butt on the tile.
"Dom?" he said into the earpiece he wore like a hearing aid. "We need a doctor. Ronan's a little bit dead." Where the fuck was everybody? "Kiernan! Booger!" Shit shit shit. As his hands roamed Ronan's body (careful not to move him) for clues and vitals, Morgan's eyes roamed the floor for his own cigarette that had dropped from his mouth during an expletive. He was ready for his own heart attack.