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The book of love is long and boring
"Um--I--" Sam had never been referred to as cute before and the word had an effect on him, a surprised smile touching his face as he pushed his hair back. Even through the new pounding in his heart an immediate paranoia began that this had to be some kind of trick (a suspicion that only grew stronger as Nate leaned down and took away his book, Sam just about not flinching at the sound of the snap shut), that someone like Nate could not possibly have meant that about him.
But there was a hand reaching out towards him, like a prince in a story helping up his eventual princess, and Sam just couldn't resist. Gladly he took the hand and stood up, looking off a little embarrassed as he let go towards the Shrine. Hopefully she isn't watching this... It would be dreadfully embarrassing to know anyone, even his Goddess, was seeing him be so shy.
"So um..." He said as they walked, trying to pull himself out of his own head. "What are you in the Atheneum for? I haven't seen you before so um..are you an Outlander? Trying to find some information?"
But there was a hand reaching out towards him, like a prince in a story helping up his eventual princess, and Sam just couldn't resist. Gladly he took the hand and stood up, looking off a little embarrassed as he let go towards the Shrine. Hopefully she isn't watching this... It would be dreadfully embarrassing to know anyone, even his Goddess, was seeing him be so shy.
"So um..." He said as they walked, trying to pull himself out of his own head. "What are you in the Atheneum for? I haven't seen you before so um..are you an Outlander? Trying to find some information?"
No one can lift the damn thing
