Re: [In-person: Sam & Cris]
[They did always look hella different. Sam wasn't wrong 'bout that. And Cris didn't mind the eclectic, huh? If he had, even back when Sam was thin as a rail, it wouldn'tna really worked out. It wasn't like you couldn't tell before, all those overalls and paint-spattered boots—even if Sam only felt like herself now. But, she was kinda like a flower or something, never real awarea her own growth, not 'til she saw the blooma her own petals. (Not that flowers were sentient. Cris kinda doubted they were. Least in most places. Maybe here they were. He wouldn't put it past fucking Repose.)
But, yeah, whatever, she was staring at his cock now—and that was almost enough to get said cock twitching, huh? But the gringa caught his hand and he smiled as he took her to the lil kitchen. He let go-a her, only long enough to put on sneakers, without socks, to grab keys and his phone, and then he took her hand again, if he could, and led her downstairs, locking up behind 'em as they went. They'd need to drive down to the lake, 'cause Cris wasn't walking on the sidea the highway at night, but it'd only take a couple minutes.—If Sam let him he took her down to the car, got 'em in and on the way.]