[ Morgan is unfortunately rather used to not knowing what the hell is going on. It's just something that comes with having almost-total amnesia, although he's gotten used to things at home and so he feels that amused confusion a little less. At home he has a bunch of people always willing to fill him in on anything, too, and is constantly surrounded by an army of people Morgan is fond of who are fond of him in return.

Right now he has...a bunch of people who are acting like they know him, and as a certified amnesiac Morgan? Supposes that could be the case?? And everyone is being friendly so he's perfectly happy to laugh and joke around, although. He's eyeing the stains and the pink suds and just has to ask maybe you, leaning in and trying to lower his voice so not everyone knows he has no idea what the heck is happening: ]

Evidence of what? Did we murder someone? [ If so, were they bad people. He is asking for a friend, who is him, although Morgan sounds remarkably unconcerned about the possibility and more just Mildly Confused in a positive and friendly way. Surely if this class of people who apparently know him murdered someone it was...for good reasons??? He's not sure but he's not about to start off a fuss without knowing what's up. ]

[ The sense of familiarity he can't quite remember is, again, perfectly normal for Morgan. He's not bothered by it, although he is a little confused by all the setting. He knows what this vending machine he's standing in front of is but he also...

Doesn't? He's seen a million of them, of course, but Morgan also isn't certain he's ever seen one in his life. He knows how they work, though. He digs into his pocket for some coins, and slots them in, picking a drink that his memories suggest are familiar even though he can't say he's ever had a soda before. He's not really sure who he's with, either, but Morgan smiles anyway and counts out enough coins. ]

Did you want something, too? I can cover it.

[ Alternately to memories: Morgan doesn't recognize the thing on the windowsill, but he can absolutely recognize someone standing there touching it and zoning out. So it doesn't take much to go and grip their hand and pull it away, a concerned if easy smile on his face. He's lost in this new and technologically advanced (comparatively) Japanese school, but that's no reason not to be friendly. ]

Are you okay? I don't think you've even blinked for the past few minutes.

[ So Morgan claps when other people do even though he's never? Attended a graduation? In fact he has never attended a school, especially a Japanese one, so he's just :)? :)? :)? in general but doesn't seem too put out about it. You know, it seems like people are having an okay time? Maybe? ]

Do you think she was warning us to keep an eye on our limbs? [ Is this something he should be concerned about? ] ...I have no idea what's going on.

[ The admittance to confusion is said SO BRIGHTLY, like a sunny afterthought, but hey. He's happy to wander around until he figures it out, although he hasn't been able to find his mother or literally anyone else he recognizes thus far. ]

[ Left to his own devices, Morgan wanders around, particularly interested in any machinery that is or isn't working, and completely unsure of how the hell to use his PDA, so feel free to find him seated on a desk in one of the rooms sort of pressing buttons randomly.

Or, uh, feel the wrath of that with a random message from M.Morgan: ]

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[ He knows how to spell, don't worry. He's just. Hitting random buttons to see what happens. What happens, so far, is spam. Though if you find him in person he'll look up with a sunny if baffled smile. ]

Hi! Sorry, but I think I've forgotten...a lot more. Have we met? [ He will believe you if you say yes. Be nice. ]

[ Feel free to reach me via PM if you would like to figure something else out - including a high school AU memory or what have you, because I'm down for fake dream CR! Morgan really will just assume he's operating on extra amnesia, though. ]