Re: [Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Cris could kinda see why Lou and Daniel mighta gotten along, huh? Aside from both being pale and withdrawn, they were both real dramatic when the mood struck. Not how Cris and Sam were. It wasn't a bright-red boisterousness. It was like some Victorian lady swooning over... whatever they swooned about. Ankles or somebody with dark skin standing up for themselves or something. Daniel put his hand to his heart like Cris was gonna reach in and rip it violent from his chest. In reality, Cris wasn't even sure the guy had a heart, huh?—Cris hadn't had a chance to do nothing. Daniel was being dramatic, and Sam looked up from where she was sitting on the floor. "It wasn't me. It musta been whatever did this to me," he explained a lil more, following Sam's bitta so-called clarification. "It happened at the same time as me gettin' this."
Poor Mimi. Cris wasn't paying her no mind. He couldn't. He didn't know if Daniel was gonna attack him or something. He didn't get into a defensive stance or nothing, well, dramatic. But, he did let the gringo put space between them without chasing after him. He left his arms loose at his side and he lifted his chin. It wasn't open, welcoming body language, but it wasn't nothing meant to be intimidating either. In fact, it was just kinda how he stood. Black brows lifted again and Cris poured palms between them, then parted them in a kinda 'what can you do?' gesture. "Usually, I gotta wanna change you for it to work. But, I'm still workin' out the kinks, I guess. I won't touch you again, not 'less you want me to, so you don't gotta act like I'm 'bout to attack you."