sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam had seen people who spent a long time on their looks and had never understood it, he'd never even once in his life spent more than a minute on how he looked, combing or brushing his hair through -- often with his fingers and little else -- and just going about his business in whatever clothes happened to be fresh and available. Vanity was one of the many things that just didn't make sense to Sam. That went a long way towards why he was never concerned about his clothes matching in any particular way, or what happened to be in or out of fashion at the time. Sam wore layers whatever the weather, it made him feel more protected, it reassured and comforted him. Very little of what he did was dictated by what others might think of the way he looked.
With a small shake of his head Sam answered that question about familiars. He hadn't heard of them, or at least didn't think that he had. If he had then it hadn't sunk in, his brain not having categorised it as important at the time. He wasn't the sort of person who picked up newspapers or tried to hear or see news in any other format, it had always been a chance sort of thing, if he heard it then that was that but if not then so be it.
He'd been about to shake his head and excuse himself before he heard the salamander. Heard it, as if it had actually spoken. Sam couldn't stop the way he physically started, his gaze having moved from the creature but flicking right back to it now, his eyes wider and his mouth dropped open a little. In the back of his mind there was a small voice that said he'd heard it before but had been too caught up in apologising and being confused by the entire situation to really notice. Now he could and it threw him completely, to the point that he wasn't sure whether to stay where he was or run back the way he'd come, all the way to the Summers house. "They talk?" he asked, coming right out with it and not thinking anything of it until after he'd said the words, his gaze moving from the salamander to the man whose shoulder it was perched upon and back again. "H-how can they do that?"