bountied (bountied) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-18 20:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam oliver, trance gemini |
Who: Sam and Trance
What: Truthiness is what's for breakfast. Colbert would be proud.
Where: Sam's apartment
When: Mid morning
Rating: tbd
Sam had never lived with a woman before, period, and his lack of experience with the matter was showing, especially now that he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut from blurting out random and embarrassing truths that he would have very much preferred to keep to himself. He was doing a lot of ginger tiptoeing around the apartment now knowing that Trance was just there and he could run into her at any moment. It was different than living with Ben and Sock. Trance was a girl, albeit a purple girl with a tail. Sam could practically hear his mother's voice in his head telling him that he needed to pick things up, clean the dishes, and not leave his underwear laying around in the bathroom.
He was making the effort, even if it was making him slightly jumpy and nervous. It was really no different than the way he'd acted ever since meeting the devil. Maybe, logically, his attitude should have changed since the 'real' devil's revelation as to the truth about his contract, but it was the devil. So sue him if he didn't completely believe what the demon had said. It might have been true, but Sam had a hard time to believing that he ran Hell with such a loose hold that contracts just got out all willy-nilly. He was skeptical, and because he was skeptical (and because he suspected the devil had played a part in this apartment), he was still paranoid.
It was midmorning when Sam emerged from his room. That was one of the few decent things about this place; no Work Bench meant no job, but it also meant not waking up at ridiculous hours and absolutely no Ted. He'd taken to sleeping in and enjoying the all to rare feeling of relaxation. It was, at least, time to accept everything that had happened to him over the past three or four weeks. It wasn't until he'd had the time to just sit and think in the quiet that he'd actually started to deal.
The apartment was just as nice as the one he'd shared at home with Ben and Sock and with just as much room, almost identical even. Sam rubbed at his eyes, knowing instinctively the way to the kitchen even though he wasn't completely awake. He stopped on the way --still hearing his mother's voice nagging in his brain—and stooped over to pick up a few pieces of clothing that he'd shed the last night on his way to bed.
He'd been bent over for only a few seconds when something heavy, hard, and painful fell onto his back from the air.
"Ow!" Sam fell hard onto the ground and the item which had fallen on his back thumped to the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" He didn't even have to look in between his loud cursing to know that it would be a large wooden box that he would see, waiting for him open and remove the vessel.
But Sam wasn't going to look at the box just set. He was too busy lying on the floor and rubbing his back. So much for being quiet and polite for his female roommate.