and yet i'm still so empty - private, morgan

[madster]

by now, malphas had pretty much got over his suicidal ideation. emo malphas was like, ten minutes ago, there was no need for comfort now. however, almost as if it were some kind of sign, as soon as he was about to let the thoughts in his head race again, he could hear somebody approach and he perked his ears up. not bothering to glance back, he could tell by the loud footsteps that it was a dog, and then he smelled morgan. he asked if something was wrong, and he choked. "yeah, no, i just get.. really fuckin' emotional over trash," he said, lying. morgan knew malphas' personality well by now, and could probably tell that wasn't the real reason because that was a stupid fucking sentence.

"work... together?" he muttered, tilting his head. at first, ego pounced. fuck you, do you think i'm not capable of doing this? but then a rational side of him stepped in. let him help you. you need help. admit it, you shitbag.

"yeah, that sounds good," the feline nodded, somewhat monotone. "i'm honestly just... sorting the trash based on usefulness? anything that we could use later-" he motioned to a pile of discarded human objects and materials they could use for building or repairing things, and then continued. "and just junk." there was another pile with just trash of all sorts.

he went back to work, and then asked morgan a question. "hey.. morgan. how did you... get your powers?"