Re: antique store: sam & julia
"Yeah?? Who do you know?" Because Julia HAD to expect that question, yeah? This place was fucking small, and everyone knew everyone. Ok, everyone didn't know everyone on this like personal level, but everyone knew the names, and the gossip traveled like electricity along a live-fucking-wire, huh? Sam had given this place RIPE gossip for like her entire first year here. Well, Iris had fucking helped, but, yeah, so everyone knew everyone.
Sam moved away from the birdhouse. Still no Lou, so she'd have Cris hit him up later, and the sky was hella dark out now. Dark enough that the stars would be in relief against an ink sky that wasn't grayed by city smog, and she liked the nights. So, yeah, she moved toward the door but kinda slow, so Julia didn't think she was being run away from or something. "IDK if people belong together here. I haven't got that feel, but I do know it's like a dif kind of weird." Sam's big problem lately was NOT feeling like she belonged, yeah? But Repose had SURE never made her feel like it wanted her there, and she was sure of that shit.
But this place might work for Julia, yeah? She seemed stubborn enough about wanting it to, and Sam knew something about escaping or whatever. Not that she knew for sure that Julia was escaping, but so far almost fucking everyone she met here was running or hiding from something. "Yeah? Say it a lot. Say it LOUD. Scream it or whatever." And they were outside now, and Lou's precious antiques couldn't be harmed from a bit of loud coming through glass. "I'M HAPPY!!!!" Sam yelled, gappy and wild and her blonde hair whipping against her cheeks in the night cold. "Yeah, you can breathe," she agreed. Because maybe THAT, the screaming, was kinda like breathing.