sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
As captivated as he was by the rain streaking down the window in unique patterns and designs that made him think of pictures he had seen in countless books over the years he didn't hear anyone else stepping into the kitchen until their voice sounded from behind him. He almost jumped but instead just gripped the edge of the counter a little more tightly, turning to look back over his shoulder at her. Jo. One of August's sisters, a little older than Lotti, no longer in high school. Sam was good at picking up information and retaining it, even if it never really served any sort of purpose.
That was when lightning flashed and he tensed, distracting him from what she had said about pancakes while she moved around the kitchen picking up various bits and pieces. His gaze was back on the window, it gave him a good excuse not to meet Jo's eyes, though there was a part of him that thought it was rude not to at least have your face turned towards someone while you were speaking with them. He felt even worse on that front when she called him what she did, bringing to mind so many other times he'd been called that name and what had followed, vicious words or raised hands and the inevitable pain that followed afterwards. He fidgeted on the spot, unable to help himself. "It's been raining all day," he said, not knowing what else to say but knowing he had to say something. Jo didn't seem like the type but she might get mad if he didn't respond. Sam didn't want to make anybody mad. He never wanted that.