Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
"We shouldn't do that sick!" Sam insisted, obviously quite offended at the idea, shaking his head at Amun. "Besides. I don't know you like that. And we're both Ascended, which makes it difficult anyway." Far too many problems for it to work and at least for the moment, Sam had little interest in making it work. The fact that Amun knew 'sexy knots' did help his case, but in Sam's mind being sick was an absolute stop to any of those kind of plans.
He wasn't sure about the logic of Amun's statement about where they were going, but he couldn't think clearly enough to dispute it. Smiling distractedly, he nodded and bumped Amun's hip back then began to look around for where to go, hoping to see something he might recognise. A set of stairs, winding down from the road, seemed to strike a memory in him, and he turned sharply to go down them, descending into a dark alley between two buildings.
"I think...this is a scary place, but we might be able to find fire down here." He explained, looking around: indeed there was a barrel that seemed to be charred, and some scraps of paper and kindling.
He wasn't sure about the logic of Amun's statement about where they were going, but he couldn't think clearly enough to dispute it. Smiling distractedly, he nodded and bumped Amun's hip back then began to look around for where to go, hoping to see something he might recognise. A set of stairs, winding down from the road, seemed to strike a memory in him, and he turned sharply to go down them, descending into a dark alley between two buildings.
"I think...this is a scary place, but we might be able to find fire down here." He explained, looking around: indeed there was a barrel that seemed to be charred, and some scraps of paper and kindling.
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
