Morgan
He hadn’t been sitting long when he heard a slight commotion at where he assumed was coming from the main entrance. Shrugging his shoulders, Morgan went back to eating his breakfast and reading the old newspaper. Other than finding that Anthony was missing there was little else in the damn paper that caught his eye. “Man can’t there ever be something good in these papers?” He muttered to himself. Morgan finished the last of his sandwich and set the plate and its crumbs to the side.
Looking around quickly, he took note that no one was around. Morgan took off his glasses to wipe them clean. “Could do with a new set of watchdogs, no? These ones aren't exactly home-bred, methinks.” The boss man nearly jumped at the unexpected voice, dropping his glasses in the process. “Shit! Aleksej?” Morgan shut his eyes closed and brought the newspaper up in front of his face. Hopefully he could find his glasses without looking at the Other.
Morgan cleared his throat and flicked the newspaper so it stood upright. “You’re not the only one to have said that. Any way. What brings you to my humble abode?” It wasn’t exactly routine for the Other to come by as she rarely did these days. He kept looking for his glasses and finally found them halfway under the coffee table. Grumbling to himself he put the newspaper down and closed his eyes as his hand blindly searched for where he assumed they were.
Finally feeling its cold frame Morgan sat up and placed the glasses over his face. Rubbing his eyes quickly, he looked up at Aleksej and grinned at her. “You can sit if you want.” He motioned to the other available seats around him.