'Helpful', was exactly what Morgan had been trying to be with the suggestion of those chairs. "I only share my best ideas." They would be comfortable, far more comfortable than the other plastic wicker furniture that seemed to saturate what lined the shelves. "Just think how happy she will be." Right, just mother. Of course, it would make her happy too but her father seemed more than likely to cave with one fluttering glimpse from her mom. It would certainly suit them all. It also gave her a quiet, comfortable place to retreat to. If they must endure a new place, might as well sit in comfort while they judge their neighbours. After all, they would be doing the exact same thing to them. That was how suburbia went.

The doll-like vampire sighed delicately before the presence of her positively murderous busy worker bee mother fluttered back with a smitten prize. Dinner. This seemed to cause the vampire to perk up. Her mother had this one absolutely infatuated with her, so much so that he wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings. She had always made everything appear so effortless. Just as effortlessly as Quinton fell into his own role. Her father already strode forward a few steps to meet them as he exuded his own form of disarming charm. What back story would he create this time? She could not help but wonder to herself. It didn't take much at all before he fell for the act entirely. The younger male did as he should and began to climb the ladder to reach those higher shelves. This, she suspected was why her father had asked for her to hold that shopping cart just there. The worker took one more step before her father struck with a fluid and rapid movement. The snap that she heard just as she rose up onto the balls of her feet had spoken of his hasty death via neck breaking. It was one that would not bring too much attention. Something Morgan would consider a kindness. One the young male did not see coming. The male fell into the cart with a hefty shudder, as her hands tightened on the bar of the cart to keep the cart still, curiously watching the male's sightless eyes.

Delight swam within Morgan's own electric blue depths, the sound of a snapping neck still echoing violently within her mind, which only set the tone for the night. She eyed the broken body and the slackened face that somehow didn't even display a shard of surprise from his swift demise. No true final words. No signs of struggle. No blood. He actually looked cute. Her mother always seemed to be fond of the good-looking ones. Her father, wordlessly, promptly procured a barcode, something he had peeled off from something else before placing it right dead-centre of the boy's head. Such morbid humour seemed to infinitely amuse Morgan, even if she pretended it didn't. Her head slung forward in some form of false mock shame she hardly truly meant. The product had practically flown off the shelves. Yes, she said it out loud. Yes, she was her parent's child. She possessed parts of both and other parts very much her own. Even she could not deny it, as much as she had tried to believe she was 100% uniquely her. But if she had to be like anyone else... what better people to be like? A girl who could become anyone, there was certainly no higher praise.

Quinton drew to his wife, her mother looked nothing short of pleased with how well her plan played out so seamlessly. A quick, clean death that did not alert anyone. The couple was still undoubtedly very much and obviously in love. She turned to allow them their moment of canoodling as she looked at the body, batting at the limp arm like it would suddenly become interesting. She lifted the still-warm hand, extending it as far as it would go just before she let it slip from her fingers, watching it fall with a blank expression as if disappointed it didn't do anything else. Especially when she couldn't eat it. The pale-haired vampire became ever aware of her own fangs at that moment and just how easy it would be to steal a snack. But it was her mother's voice that drew her attention. She wanted those chairs. This caused Morgan's lips to twitch into what almost looked like a smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Triumph.

The next thing she knew, her mother slipped out of reach from her father's grasp, knowing exactly what she was doing. This was always their way. She was.... Teasing him. Such a thing was normal as breathing was to a human. Their way of flirting... They were always flirting. So this interaction between them was hardly surprising to the girl. In fact, she was certain that they would only get worse before the night was through. It was so easy for them, their interactions effortless from centuries of knowing one another. Morgan eyed the dead boy once more, nearly sighing again. Complex emotions sifted through her mind that she swiftly swept away. If only the worker wasn't dead, she could have something to place her attention on.

It was then that her mother offered her praise for her good choice of chairs, one that made Morgan nearly preen as she twirled lithely like a dancer to face them both. It was just quick enough to catch the hopeless expression on her father's face. As if he could say no to her. He knew it was a losing battle even if he feigned his dramatic defeat in the form of a sigh. That was the best sound, it always meant that he had given in. The mention that her mother was demanding tonight as she declared that the pair of them were tasked to put those chairs together before they left. Morgan could not help that slight way she scrunched her face as she added that her father would need her help as he was helpless with that task. That was certainly not a lie. Just like that her mother spun on her toes and took off again as she left them with no room for argument, leaving them both behind with a body and those disassembled chairs. How she caught a glimpse of her father's gaze following her mother as she left. Her father had it b-a-d. Her expression went from a twitching grin into a bored expression just before her father's gaze shifted back to her. That claim they had better not disappoint her and that he would procure those chairs. It hardly took long before those large boxes were procured from those practically sky-high shelves. The contents in them were surprisingly more complicated than she thought as the first box was emptied and vacant. The new temporary home for... she eyed the name tag that was pinned to the orange vest... Todd. Todd's new temporary cozy home.

It was then that he claimed that a young lady should not have to deal with a body. She frowned at him.

"Like I can't handle one little body. You really don't want to have to put those chairs together." She rose a brow in question. 'Little' did not seem to cut it, that one little body was nearing at least 180 pounds of dead weight. But that was nothing for their species. It was so very clear that he was simply trying to get out of putting together those chairs. " One would argue that this is a job for a man too." Morgan added dryly but even she could hear her tone. It was a good thing she excelled at puzzles. She snatched the folded instructions, if one could even call them that. It comprised of barely sensical diagrams and she swore the letters were chosen at random. The parts dubbed C and F looked very much the same... How could something look so simple as a chair, have so many small pieces?

These would be worth it, she conceded. She grumbled, as she at least managed to decipher the code to attempt putting the stand together first. She must have looked ridiculous in her city clothes.

"I am fast but I am not fast enough to put together two of them before Mother returns." Or was she? She added rationally before she grew quiet in her focus. Hmm. She studied and began to place out those parts in an order that only made sense to her. It was not hard for that near-obsessive focus to finally latch upon the task at hand if only to make sure those chairs were the same as the ones on display. The ones that had red cushions instead.

After clearly placing out the parts... it became easy. Well, easier. She heard the sound of her father managing to stuff that body into the box but she couldn't pry her focus away. The doll-like vampire moved rapidly, a blur... There. She placed the stand on the polished concrete floor and secured the chair in place before flopping into it like she had broken out into a sweat of exhaustion. The chair rocked with the momentum she created, fiddling with allen key that she tossed into the air and caught single-handedly. She really loved these chairs even if the colour made her blend in... with the exception to her dark clothes. If she wore white she was certain she would become a chameleon with her surroundings undoubtedly. Ugh, white. They were sure to pick up all dirt and stains... Could they not have at least gone for the red ones? Instead of focusing on the lost battles, she allowed her gaze to shift back to her father.

"How is yours coming along? It is like they intentionally add extra steps and parts on purpose every few years." She looked at his progress. He was smart but these puzzles have always been her forte. She then leaned forward within her chair, head tilted in question, wondering if he would finally ask.

Time, however, was running out. It was not long after that she swore, she could hear the familiar lilt of her mother's voice. A second one? Oh, she knew this was for her own benefit. It had to be. Aw, how nice of her to make sure she was included. Now this was her favourite part, even as Morgan stopped the rocking as she placed both feet firmly upon the ground. Rest time was over.