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 SAT WITH THE ECHOES, ft. Morgan
Jun 17 2017, 07:50 PM
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lauren s. ng
Alice [she/they] • 326 posts


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t'd been one the shittiest nights that Lauren had lived through. And, like most shitty nights, its poison had bled through into the veins of the morning. Sleep was stingy with her; she couldn't silence the tumble of Amy's words in her head. They'd been together for long enough that fights were to be expected, but that one had stung more than most. There'd been tears and flushed faces and chapped throats. The sofa had been Lauren's refuge for the night, meaning that even if she'd been in the mood to sleep, she wouldn't have. It was lumpy, and full of crumbs from the toast that Bella had been snacking on a couple of evenings ago.

Lauren rocked up at work three hours early, looking like one of the living dead. Her clothes were crumpled from already having been worn once, yesterday. She hadn't bothered trying to conceal the purple tiredness under her eyes.

The station was a neutral environment. The heat that lingered at home would be just that - at home. Lauren intended to find a quiet workspace to sit and go over her notes for her's and Morgan's slot. They were going to be interviewing a local garage band, and talking about LGBTQIA+ representation in music videos. She'd been especially excited about discussing the former, but now she wasn't so sure that she cared.

The station was so still that reality felt crooked, somehow. Lauren could hear the early morning hosts working on the other side of the rickety building, and there was the muffled whir of a vacuum cleaner somewhere. Pale morning light streamed in through the narrow staff room window, highlighting only things of importance: the kettle; the table and chair set; the pinboard covered in photographs. Lauren already knew that it was going to be a beautiful day, but she wasn't in the mood to smile about it. Instead, she wriggled further into the beanbag that she'd collapsed into and draped an arm over her face. The sunshine could wait until she was done feeling upset.

@morgan shwarz
Jul 3 2017, 12:38 AM
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twenty-one


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radio host
morgan shwarz
jules [she/her] • 168 posts


@lauren s. ng ur writing makes me cry bc is v good and this is.. haha..ha...
Some days just aren't good for anything at all, Feel all those feelings but don't make that call
There was a sullen silence overtaking the break room when Morgan entered. It wasn't a silence of lack or emptiness. It was the purposeful heavy kind, the worst kind, the familiar kind.

He was surprised to see Lauren there already, to see Lauren there looking...

"You look like shit."

Not that he didn't - because he was only paid to sound good. But Morgan showing up hungover and disgruntled in a wrinkled hawaiian shirt with unbrushed hair was more or less the norm.

How she looked didn't matter either. But if she felt half as bad as she looked then he had reason to be concerned. Professionally, because he didn't want her distracted from the show. But personally, too. Those were one and same, in a way. It was part of the job for them to get along, to have some kind of chemistry. And though Morgan would be hard pressed to admit it, they were friends.

He was genuinely worried, work aside. Though it wasn't clear from the nonchalant air as dropped his keys and his notes onto the counter, turning the kettle on and turning back to look at Lauren.

Even as the kettle whirred to life, filling the space with comforting white noise, there was still something uneasy blanketing the room.

"You're sort of impeding on my territory, with, you know, the brooding and all." He didn't ask what was wrong aloud, but there was a tilt of the head that implied a question and an expectance in his posture that urged an answer.

Jul 8 2017, 07:50 PM
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twenty-three


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lauren s. ng
Alice [she/they] • 326 posts


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auren had a healthy relationship with her emotions. She cried when she wanted to cry, and believed that this was why - ironically - she didn't cry all that often. She was considering shedding a couple of tears when Morgan arrived, looking like a pile of dirty laundry that'd got up and walked to work in his place. She grabbed a cushion from the floor and held it to her stomach, having decided to swallow her tears for later. Lauren had never questioned their friendship, but Morgan wasn't the first person she'd run to when she was at her wit's end.

She swept her eyes up and down her co-host's body a couple of times for effect. "I could say the same thing to you, dude. At least I had a wash this morning," Lauren complained, "we have to sit in the same booth later, and you smell like last night's booze." Morgan had proven time and time again that his heart was substantial enough to take the occasional insult - and it wasn't like he cared much about her own feelings, was it? Lauren liked that he was coarse and a little mean. It was fun to wind him up, and their banter made for good listening.

On an ordinary day, Lauren ran late. She turned up to work ten minutes before she was supposed to be on air, with one of Bella's toys hanging out of her bag, or with eyeliner smudged all over one side of her face. Arriving so early felt wrong.

"I'm not brooding," Lauren replied, "I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet. Me and Amelia had the most stupid fight last night, so, you know." She shrugged her shoulders, feeling that her explanation had ended rather unceremoniously, but not knowing what else to say. It'd been a dumb fight, and now her eyes hurt and her body ached. Plus, she felt like letting Morgan in on her home life kind of ruined the illusion that she was always cool headed and on top of things.

@morgan shwarz

Jul 28 2017, 11:04 PM
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twenty-one


none
radio host
morgan shwarz
jules [she/her] • 168 posts


Some days just aren't good for anything at all, Feel all those feelings but don't make that call
"Sounds like your problem." he shot back with a shrug. The station was pretty laid back as far as workplaces went. His boss and coworkers were generally understanding - he didn't get a lot of shit for looking a mess or taking days off. Sometimes Morgan pushed it, but at the end of the day (or he supposed, the end of the morning) he showed up and did his job. Competently, at the very least. Though he still strove for perfection.

"Trouble in paradise?" He knew about Lauren's home situation - it was weird, but it seemed to work for them. She'd never complained about it - not about anything substantial, just Bella being a brat or dishes left in the sink.

Morgan couldn't really imagine Lauren in a big fight. Not even he had ever managed to provoked her to anger, and he was practically the Michael Jordan of ruining a mood. She had a mental stability he envied. Even when she got passionate, she was still composed. Unlike Morgan, who either didn't care at all or cared entirely too much.

He was curious about what did ruffle her feathers. "What about?"


Aug 7 2017, 08:36 PM
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twenty-three


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Radio DJ
lauren s. ng
Alice [she/they] • 326 posts


T
here were no pretences with Morgan. Lauren rarely found herself wanting to wear a mask around people, but with her co-host, it never, ever happened. Despite being uncharacteristically irritated by the state he was in, she was glad that it was him that'd found her instead of Nima, or Tansy. They were too sweet - they'd try to help her shoulder her burdens instead of forcing her to get over them.

"You're such an asshole," Lauren snipped, finding delight in the cold clip of the word 'asshole' passing over her lips. Her words were always considered, even now, and she'd known exactly what she'd get the most pleasure out of.

It was hard to remember, sometimes, that she and Morgan didn't have much of an age difference. Normally it was that Lauren felt years younger than him, but talking about her family life flipped everything. He didn't seem to grasp what it was like to be part of something serious. "It's never paradise," she said, feeling edgy and mean, "and last night, it was fucking hell." Even thinking about it made Lauren want to start smoking again.

The trouble was that she couldn't remember exactly what she and her girlfriend had been fighting about, and admitting as much was going to make Lauren feel even dumber than ever. She wasn't a liar though. "It was something super petty, you know?" she asked, her voice softening. "Like, who could go to bed first. 'Cause Bella wasn't feeling too good, so one of us had to stay up with her. Ugh." Lauren pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and leaned forwards, allowing herself to feel her aches.

@morgan shwarz

Sep 18 2017, 03:35 PM
he/him
twenty-one


none
radio host
morgan shwarz
jules [she/her] • 168 posts


@lauren s. ng holy fuck sorry for the wait ahhHHH
Some days just aren't good for anything at all, Feel all those feelings but don't make that call
"Maybe." he said with a faint grin, meaning definitely. But Lauren already knew that. Upset as she was, Morgan got the sense she wasn't just dumping all this on the first person she saw. And even if that was the case, she still knew better than to expect a warm hug and empty promises from him.

Sure, he could have told her it would probably be fine - and believed it. But she already knew that. Lauren herself had admitted it was petty. She struck him as far too happy and well-adjusted to let something like this seriously derail her relationship.

"Yeah, that does sound stupid." he agreed. Not that Morgan hadn't let his day be ruined by even pettier things, but he'd never committed to raising a kid, the epitome of petty stressors. "Isn't that what you signed up for, though?"


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