room 216 ; monday morning

[necroslacker]

Sometimes, Sam actually did sleep. Without classes to get him up, he'd fallen asleep early this morning and was still sleeping pretty soundly right now. That, of course, meant Sam's ghosts were out.

And no, these were not ghosts in a closet like skeletons in a closet. These were actual ghosts, visages of the dead floating around Sam's sleeping body, shrieking and moaning and keening. Sam's brow crinkled and he was tossing and turning a bit. Somewhere inside his sleeping mind, he knew what was happening but he hoped the ghosts would go away. What he once thought was a nightmare was now just a side effect of his powers.

The ghosts dipped lower, floating helplessly right above Sam's body. He curled up around a pillow and tried to block them out. The ghosts didn't go away. One screamed. Another whimpered.

Sam started looking a little restless.

[Door closed but post open! Seeing the ghosts is reserved for one person so anyone after her will just see Sam looking a little tired. And NFB on the ghosts, of course. Just looks like Sam's having a bad sleep.]

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[necroslacker]

"Yeah." He blushed a bit. "Don't like endearments?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No, I like it," she said, watching that blush appear with mild fascination. "Don't jump to conclusions."

[necroslacker]

"Sorry." He shrugged. "Some people don't like them. It's not like I bust them out a lot either, right? Once every so often isn't bad."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave that a quiet snort. "I already said I liked it," she pointed out. "You don't need to defend it."

[necroslacker]

"I can defend it if I wanna," Sam told her, making a face. "You can't stop me."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not trying to," she replied, amused. "Now you're just being defensive for the sake of being defensive."

[necroslacker]

"Hey, what'd you think of my mom?" Sam asked, not caring about the randomness of the question. He'd been curious.

[whenshewasnice]

"... That's a random question." She felt this deserved to be pointed out. "I don't know. She seems nice."

[necroslacker]

"Sorry." He shrugged. "She liked you, you know."

[whenshewasnice]

"Did she?"

Natalie didn't sound surprised, as such. But there was always a little bit of that that went into anyone liking her, not because she thought herself unlikable (she was more than worthy of people liking her, in her view) but because she knew how people tended to react to her mild ways.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, she told me she thought you were a calming influence," Sam told her, nodding. "And that I needed that sort of thing."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie quirked a lopsided smile of a sort at him, and stroked his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "Well," she said quietly, "she missed the fight."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, but still." He sighed quietly. "One fight doesn't mean you're not."

[whenshewasnice]

"I didn't claim not to be." She'd just pointed out a rare instance where she'd made him lose his cool. "Do you think that's a good thing?"

[necroslacker]

"I think I'm pretty calm by nature but anything that keeps me calm and not freaking out is a good thing," Sam murmured, nodding. "It's a good thing."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave that a slight little nod of agreement, as she turned her hand to cup his cheek with it instead. "You are fairly calm," she remarked. Still quiet. "It's a good thing too."

[necroslacker]

"Couldn't handle someone that was uppity?" he asked, closing his eyes and leaning into her hand some.

[whenshewasnice]

"I can handle anyone." That was pretty much a true statement, in her own view at least. "I just prefer this."

[necroslacker]

"Anyone, hmm?" he asked, smiling at that. "So, I should turn into a tantrum throwing loudmouth just to test that theory?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Please don't." Just because she could handle it didn't mean she wanted to. "Don't."

[necroslacker]

"Do you honestly think I could?" Sam asked, laughing. "So little faith."

[whenshewasnice]

"A lot of faith," she corrected, tracing his earlobe with a fingertip. "Acting so out of character would require a lot of effort. So, thinking you could means a lot of faith in your abilities."

[necroslacker]

"I meant no faith in the fact that I wouldn't do that," he murmured quietly. "Cuz, I wouldn't. It'd give me a headache."

[whenshewasnice]

"I know what you meant." She'd just been twisting it around for her own amusement. "Still. Don't do that. It wouldn't be worth it."

[necroslacker]

"Don't worry," he mumbled, scooting closer to her. "Not gonna happen. I'm not uppity or one for tantrums. That takes too much energy."