"Smoke capsules?" Sam's face brightened like a five-year-old who'd just heard mention of a new toy. "Cool." Oh, wait. "Not that, like, I'd have any need for smoke capsules. Ever." Nice one.
Okay, so he was failing slightly at the whole 'secret identity' thing. He could recover! Bounce back!
"Or you...run," he laughed. "Or stop. Or...pull out your own gun. Have to say, kicking isn't a reaction I've seen a lot." Crap! "Not that, you know, I pull guns out to see reactions. At all. I mean, in the movies. And...TV." Shifty eyes.
As Steph poked him in the chest, Sam bit back a squeak of surprise. A manly yelp, actually, but who was keeping track? "Okay, okay," he held up his hands in surrender. "You're nothing like him and his...tweezed eyebrows." His own brows twitching in repressed amusement, Sam grinned at her. "But you have his temper. You guys can't live together - you'll kill each other."
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Date: 2007-08-09 01:48 am (UTC)Okay, so he was failing slightly at the whole 'secret identity' thing. He could recover! Bounce back!
"Or you...run," he laughed. "Or stop. Or...pull out your own gun. Have to say, kicking isn't a reaction I've seen a lot." Crap! "Not that, you know, I pull guns out to see reactions. At all. I mean, in the movies. And...TV." Shifty eyes.
As Steph poked him in the chest, Sam bit back a squeak of surprise. A manly yelp, actually, but who was keeping track? "Okay, okay," he held up his hands in surrender. "You're nothing like him and his...tweezed eyebrows." His own brows twitching in repressed amusement, Sam grinned at her. "But you have his temper. You guys can't live together - you'll kill each other."