Room 227 | Sunday Morning

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't slept last night. Usually, that wasn't a huge deal since he tended to sleep alone but now that he was living with his girlfriend, it was kind of hard to hide that from her at the very least. He'd laid there for awhile and then he'd gotten up and puttered around the room and eventually went for a walk.

Look, he'd been trying hard to make sure those ghosts didn't appear at night, okay? It was either not sleeping or wearing the pouch and he chose...not sleeping. Because he was an idiot.

But, he was awake now. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him, his skateboard laying wheels up next to his hip and his back against the foot of the bed. A few records were near his feet and one of them was on the record player, filling the room with quiet music.

But hey, he hadn't been entirely unproductive this past weekend. He'd gone into town, gotten himself a job, and now he was eating cereal and was about to fix up his skateboard.

So, things...could be worse.

[Door closed, post open!]

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[whenshewasnice]

"You probably won't," Natalie replied, because she knew these things. She typed up an email, sent it off. "Though I'll watch over you if you do."

[necroslacker]

"What makes you think I won't?" Sam wondered curiously. "I could. I've taken naps before."

[whenshewasnice]

"Rarely," she said, shrugging a shoulder then glancing back over it. "Not often. It's merely statistical probability."

[necroslacker]

"Well, maybe I'll prove you wrong today," Sam said, getting to his feet and leaving both bowl and cereal on the floor so he could wander over to grab a clean shirt. The shirt he'd slept (or, well, laid around in) got pulled off, leaving his hair askew.

Such a guy sometimes.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie rolled her eyes and suppressed a snort. Still, she watched him. She was shallow like that. Could be, anyway. Sometimes.

When he had no shirt. Shush.

"I think I just got invited to Haiti in the future," she remarked, idly.

[necroslacker]

"Haiti?" Sam remarked, glancing over his shoulder at her. "By who?"

If it was Todd, he was gonna scream. Not that he thought it was but still.

[whenshewasnice]

"A political consultant to the Haitian government."

She knew the oddest people. And looked wryly amused by it, too.

[necroslacker]

"....right," Sam said and didn't question. "Well, be careful if you do go. Don't, uh, get lost?"

He had no idea what was dangerous in Haiti. He was still trying to find a shirt to wear.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie got up from her seat, idly.

"I don't know if that's the biggest danger there," she said, as she wandered closer to him. "Of course, I don't know much about Haiti in the future, anyway. So it might as well be."

[necroslacker]

"Maybe there's giant lizards," he said, still digging through his drawers to find a t-shirt that he felt like putting on. "Or centaurs."

He didn't think so but hey, anything could happen.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie chuckled quietly. "I think he would've said if there were." She stopped behind him, and reached out to run a hand over his scarred back. "I think the dangers are a little more mundane than that. Dangers of a politically uncertain country."

[necroslacker]

Well, that made him shiver. He momentarily stopped looking for a t-shirt as well.

"Yeah?" He also sounded distracted. "Maybe he just wants to surprise you."

[whenshewasnice]

"I doubt it."

She traced the length of a few scars with her fingertips.

"Not his style."

[necroslacker]

"Well, then."

He sighed quietly.

"Maybe it's just a regular, boring country. Still, be careful if you go."

[whenshewasnice]

"I will," Natalie promised. She let her hand slide to his side, mostly so she could then slip her arms around him and softly kiss the back of his neck.

It hadn't gotten old to be able to do this whenever, yet.

[necroslacker]

"You're affectionate this morning," Sam remarked, leaning back against her and covering one of her arms with one of his.

[whenshewasnice]

"Is that a bad thing?" she murmured against his skin.

She knew it wasn't.

[necroslacker]

"You know it's not," Sam murmured, lightly shaking his head. "Just making an observation. You're being affectionate. That's all. I like it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm, I thought you might." She nuzzled the back of his neck, and sighed. Sometimes she really liked being affectionate, this was true. "You smell nice."

[necroslacker]

"Do I?" Sam asked, snickering a little at that. "What do I smell like? The bed? Sheets? Cereal? I haven't showered yet."

[whenshewasnice]

"New sheets," Natalie murmured. "And outside air. And you."

Which was a far less easily defined thing.

[necroslacker]

"Outside air?" Sam asked curiously. "Why do I smell like that?"

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know," she said, shrugging though that was weird to do with her arms as they were. "Did you go for a walk?"

[necroslacker]

"Oh. Yeah, I did."

He'd almost forgotten about that.

"Earlier," he added. "Didn't realize the air was lingering on me."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, it's not the most prominent scent," Natalie amended. "But it's there, yes."