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"No."
Sam closed to door quietly, turning back.
"I'll disapprove on the ones I don't like."
Sam frowned. "Um.. Alright. Thanks."
"Not that."
Sam cocked his head slightly, his brows furrowing. "Are you alright?"
He squinted at her. "No."
Sam hesitated, giving him a nervous smile. "Not to worry, Briar. She's here. I didn't know she was planning on staying longer than an hour or so,...
"Ew. Don't call me that."
Sam blinked tiredly before looking down at her with a sigh. He stood up and went to answer the door, brushing through his hair.
"Oh, okay. We're still doing that."
Sam was still asleep, his expression peaceful.
"Since when?"
(Zoop?)
"Not even."
He didn't wake remaining asleep.
"Old lady swimsuit."
He went back to his desk, working a bit before turning off the lantern and joining her on the couch. Rested his head on the free arm chair,...
"You better not."
He sighed. "We'll see."
