Re: [Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Cris was leaning on the door, shoulder against it, when it opened after a rebuff. He'da stumbled, if he was prolly anybody else, but yearsa being quick on his feet meant he just kinda walked a step, two, too close to Daniel. He got a good nosefulla all that wine and he was real quick to then back up. He caught the snarea gaze on his throat and he kicked himself for not thinkinga wearing a scarf. But, Sam was quicker than he was. "'Children?'" Was all he managed, mostly 'cause he knew he was expected to, and his wife was already there. She came forward in a blur, shoving and smiling and being loud, and Cris just rolled his eyes playful. By the time the gringa'd trapped Daniel in a hug, Cris had closed the door and was stepping deeper into the music shop.
Again, Sam blew by him. She ran up the stairs on boots that thundered, screaming for the cat, before turning back to reprimand the older vampire, addict to addict, vampire to vampire, gringa to gringo. Cris lifted black brows at the other guy. He noted the affection that had lit dark eyes at the sighta Sam (expected, even if he didn't love it) and the lil shuddera nerves, or something close. "How you doin', gringo?" He asked as he started toward the stairs, slow on Sam's trail. If he could, he gave Daniel a pat on the back, huh? Off the shoulder a lil. "Holdin' up?" It didn't seem like it, but he asked anyway.