⿠- pascalgreno.
                       â  your move â
Morph hadnât stopped laughing ever since they had read Pascalâs tweet, spilling over with endless amusement at their friendâs expense. As hilarious as they found the situation, however, they still made their way with as much speed as possible over to where their friend had directed them.Â
Pascal could probably hear Morph approaching even inside the cabinet, their chuckling very much unmistakeable, and once Morph reached it, they knocked on the door with a shit-eating grin. It was the type of cabinet that, once closed, could only be opened from the outside, and it was very apparent how Pascal could easily have managed to get themselves locked in. Still, Morph didnât think they would let this one go for a long time; after all, this was much less a Pascal thing to do than a Morph thing to do (though Morph liked to think they had evolved beyond such rookie mistakes as getting themselves stuck inside furniture).
They reached down to open the door. â Yo, got here as fast as I can! Who were ya even hidinâ from, anyway? And why wasnât I invited? â Morph rearranged their expression into a scandalised look.
