Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
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The way that Amun put his arm over Sam's shoulders, warm and familar, the question...Sam frowned deeply, thinking over the last few hours...was Amun..flirting with him? He knew Amun was a flirty person anyway (something he'd never been able to grasp himself) but this felt different. Frown changing immediately to a smile, his emotions quick to come and go at the moment, he nodded. "Mhm. Anytime, it'd be nice."
He was glad that Amun took charge of the situation, even if he did argue a bit about it. Sam knew if he spoke he'd only make things worse, and this time it could have fatal implications; it was best to let the one of them with a hint of charisma deal with it. Flinching away as they were spat at he practically hid behind Amun, unable to even think of confrontation in his current state.
The flash bang made him jump too, Sam not sure at first if Amun or the men had caused it. He understood the chance to run, though. Absolutely not laughing, he clasped the hand hard and ran as fast as he could, up the stairs and down streets until they were a good distance away, hopefully having gone down enough twisting paths to lose the thugs. Falling back against a wall Sam huffed out his cheeks with a stressed breath, looking over at Amun. "...This has been a tiring night. I wish I could remember where I liv--" Pausing, he stood up and looked left and right.
"This is my street! Where...where my shop is!"
He was glad that Amun took charge of the situation, even if he did argue a bit about it. Sam knew if he spoke he'd only make things worse, and this time it could have fatal implications; it was best to let the one of them with a hint of charisma deal with it. Flinching away as they were spat at he practically hid behind Amun, unable to even think of confrontation in his current state.
The flash bang made him jump too, Sam not sure at first if Amun or the men had caused it. He understood the chance to run, though. Absolutely not laughing, he clasped the hand hard and ran as fast as he could, up the stairs and down streets until they were a good distance away, hopefully having gone down enough twisting paths to lose the thugs. Falling back against a wall Sam huffed out his cheeks with a stressed breath, looking over at Amun. "...This has been a tiring night. I wish I could remember where I liv--" Pausing, he stood up and looked left and right.
"This is my street! Where...where my shop is!"
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tfig a tahw ,erac oT
