Now Sam was just out-and-out laughing. Grinning wide, like his face might crack, actually having to wipe tears from his eyes. It'd been months since he'd laughed this hard. Granted, some of it was just incredulous stress being released in the least violent-way possible, but still. Felt nice.
"Um," scratching his head sheepishly, Sam shrugged. "It depends. Do you store your weapons in there? Because he probably would find those." Hey, Sam kept his knives in with his socks. Who knew how girls did things?
...And yes, it was slightly messed up that Sam just assumed everyone carried around weapons and had them stashed at strategic points around the room. Thanks a lot, dad.
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Date: 2007-08-09 12:04 am (UTC)"Um," scratching his head sheepishly, Sam shrugged. "It depends. Do you store your weapons in there? Because he probably would find those." Hey, Sam kept his knives in with his socks. Who knew how girls did things?
...And yes, it was slightly messed up that Sam just assumed everyone carried around weapons and had them stashed at strategic points around the room. Thanks a lot, dad.
"Again?"