Looking over in surprise as he was asked if he'd like to join, Sam paused for a long while before considering it, finding he didn't actually hate the idea. "I mean...I don't...Do my books count? As a thing I could make for the guild?" He asked, not sure if he had to make something more impressive, like Remi's magic items or Amun's intricate pots. Perhaps a guild was what he needed, though, to give himself a little more focus for the new life he'd suddenly been thrust into.
Used to Amun's flirting by now he laughed, having to admit that that one was a good use of the words set up. His good spirits stayed too, as it seemed Amun wasn't going to interrogate him about his decision to stay in the Grounds; thinking he'd gotten away with having to explain Sam kept a light smile on his face, wondering if he could just have a nice time chatting to a friend for once.
"Relapses...?" He asked with some concern, watching the hinges change. "What do you mean? I thought the Voice entirely cured everyone?"
Used to Amun's flirting by now he laughed, having to admit that that one was a good use of the words set up. His good spirits stayed too, as it seemed Amun wasn't going to interrogate him about his decision to stay in the Grounds; thinking he'd gotten away with having to explain Sam kept a light smile on his face, wondering if he could just have a nice time chatting to a friend for once.
"Relapses...?" He asked with some concern, watching the hinges change. "What do you mean? I thought the Voice entirely cured everyone?"
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
