Sam LaCroix (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
necroslacker) wrote2012-10-14 09:16 am
necroslacker) wrote2012-10-14 09:16 am
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seattle ; sunday afternoon
Sam had climbed out of bed maybe an hour ago and he'd immediately found his way to the overstuffed couch he'd treated himself to a few months back. It wasn't that he was tired or anything (though he had been out late doing his necromancing thing) but he did like to take advantage of quiet moments when he could.
He'd gotten himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast (or a late lunch) and he'd turned the television on to give him something to do while he lazed around on the couch. Frank tried to get him to come out to lunch or at least to help clean up the house. Sam had promised to do it later but later was later and it wasn't now.
He figured Ramon could go out with Frank if Frank was that desperate for company. Sam would probably get himself going soon. Right now, he was comfortable on his couch in his pajamas and battered t-shirt.
Sundays were made for this.
[NFB and mostly for the girl that's visiting him!]
He'd gotten himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast (or a late lunch) and he'd turned the television on to give him something to do while he lazed around on the couch. Frank tried to get him to come out to lunch or at least to help clean up the house. Sam had promised to do it later but later was later and it wasn't now.
He figured Ramon could go out with Frank if Frank was that desperate for company. Sam would probably get himself going soon. Right now, he was comfortable on his couch in his pajamas and battered t-shirt.
Sundays were made for this.
[NFB and mostly for the girl that's visiting him!]