necroslacker | seattle ; tuesday morning

Sam was in the backyard today. It'd been a long night and after said long night, he'd dragged himself home in a shredded shirt and a new set of claw marks on his torso for his trouble. When Brid had told him they needed a necromancer, he figured it'd just be a typical raising. But nope, he'd had to raise a freaking werewolf with more enemies than anything else.

It hadn't been a fun night so Sam was making sure the day was going to be relaxing. His stomach was bandaged, his eyes were covered by sunglasses and he was sitting under an umbrella to keep the light drizzle from hitting him. Ramon and Frank wandered out at times but they mostly stayed in and gave him his quiet.

He figured Brid would show up sooner rather than later, looking to make sure he was okay. For now, he was fine. His shirt wasn't but he was.

[NFB but open for calls/texts. I just renewed his icons today finally so I had to post]