InsaneJournal

WHO: Sam Ford and Sophie Devereaux
WHAT: Bonding. Or something like it.
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Their apartment
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high)
STATUS: In Progress

Sam was bored. Not the typical boredom that most kids his age tended to experience, either. No, this was some sort of mutant boredom, he was sure of it. It went far past simply not having anything to do and well into the realm of not only was there nothing to do, there was no one to do it with and there wasn't anything even not-fun to do to replace the fun things he wanted to do.

Of course, it didn't help that he was still grounded. Most likely until the end of time, too, if his Dad had anything to say about it. Which, he did of course. And Sam couldn't blame him, not really. He did sneak out and go off on his own and he was still young enough that doing so was a very dangerous thing. However he did think that his dad was letting the fact that he'd been sick for so long play into his fear that something would happen to him now that he was better. Which meant that he was being too overprotective - to the point of it being stifling.

But without his mom there to argue the point on his behalf, Sam was at the man's mercy and had been regulated to a life of extreme boredom. If he were the exaggerating type, he'd swear he was going to die from it too. But he wasn't. So instead he just sat in the living room, sighing heavily (and okay, a bit dramatically), and flipping through the same fifty TV channels in the hopes that something would pop up on the screen that would hold his interest for more than a few seconds at a time.