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The book of love is long and boring
"Mm. It depends on how things go from here." Sam half-joked; he'd been on the edge of life so many times now that it felt almost unreal, so to make fun of what he was sure was his ultimately inevitable death from suicide (oh thats depressing) was a dark kind of comedy he'd begun to have access to lately.
Loren understood his wants and even more, Frey had called Loren boring? Sam leaned up on his elbow to look at the Launceleyn sideways, blurting out before he had a chance to think: "You? But you're handsome!" As if that meant Loren would automatically be thrilling in all matters romantic or bedroom.
After his outburst he was quite eager to move on, so he laid back down to respond, staring now determinedly at the sky instead of incidentally. "It...was my first time trying it. I didn't know...I only realise once he showed me the bite. I mean, I don't have proof, but..sometimes...you just...know." Sam waved about his hands ineffectually above him, wishing he was better with words.
Loren understood his wants and even more, Frey had called Loren boring? Sam leaned up on his elbow to look at the Launceleyn sideways, blurting out before he had a chance to think: "You? But you're handsome!" As if that meant Loren would automatically be thrilling in all matters romantic or bedroom.
After his outburst he was quite eager to move on, so he laid back down to respond, staring now determinedly at the sky instead of incidentally. "It...was my first time trying it. I didn't know...I only realise once he showed me the bite. I mean, I don't have proof, but..sometimes...you just...know." Sam waved about his hands ineffectually above him, wishing he was better with words.
No one can lift the damn thing
