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The book of love is long and boring
"Even then, I can't drown." Sam pointed out with an equally playful smile, quite sure he wasn't in danger. He'd been in much worse than a storm, even with how much he didn't like them, and his Goddess had helped him then. "I promise, I'm fine. I don't think Zeph would let me leave the house if he thought I was actually going to die." The man had been vigilant indeed at the chance of riptides in the sea, so it seemed he would also not want to see Sam dashed against the rocks in a monsoon.
He looked over to the pot, stopping just short of peering to see what was inside, always curious about what meals people were eating; a side effect of no longer having any of his own, probably.
Taking a seat, he made an instinctive expression of no at the question, when he'd actually wanted to lie about it and say everything was fine. Sighing, knowing he wouldn't get away with it now, he tilted his head from side to side. "No, not really, but I don't want to spend every conversation I have with you whining about my own problems. I really would like to know more about you. Has it been nice, living with Remi and Ronin here?"
He looked over to the pot, stopping just short of peering to see what was inside, always curious about what meals people were eating; a side effect of no longer having any of his own, probably.
Taking a seat, he made an instinctive expression of no at the question, when he'd actually wanted to lie about it and say everything was fine. Sighing, knowing he wouldn't get away with it now, he tilted his head from side to side. "No, not really, but I don't want to spend every conversation I have with you whining about my own problems. I really would like to know more about you. Has it been nice, living with Remi and Ronin here?"
No one can lift the damn thing
