[In-person: Sam & Cris]
[She opened the door without looking to see where he was, yeah? Like everything else she did, it was hella impulsive and in contradiction to her weight against the door and refusal to open. She was dressed comfy from head to boots, and she hopped into the hall with hella-false bravado. She was still hurt feelings, huh? And she was still upset, but she was gonna face up to it, which was evidence in tipped chin and the look on her pale features as she looked this way and that.
And he was right there, yeah? So she looked at him, but he didn't reach for him or nothing yet. Ok, so her inky gaze totes slid over him like butter melting over heat, but then she looked up defiant and met his gaze.] No fucking in the canoe. We're gonna talk, yeah? [Even SHE didn't believe she could stick to that, but whatever. Sam had no problem issuing ultimatums that were sure to totes crumble in the moonlight.]