room 216 ; saturday afternoon

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Sam's week hadn't really improved after Brannoc's phone call. It hadn't gotten worse but he'd hoped for good news. Brid had called him last night and hadn't given him that. The conversation hadn't been terse, thankfully, but he could tell she was worried which worried him. Something supernatural was attacking locals in Seattle and she hated that she couldn't figure it out. He'd tried to remind her that she wasn't a superhero but she'd said she was and Sam had laughed because he kind of figured she'd say that.

No one had died though and Brid had promised to keep looking. Sam had hung up with her promising to call if things got worse. And he'd actually admitted a fear that maybe Douglas had somehow escaped which she'd tried to reassure him was false.

Currently, Sam was trying to shove dirty laundry into a too small basket and getting more and more frustrated with it as minutes passed. He knew it wasn't the laundry that was causing his stress and frustration but a build up of a few things and his poor clothes were just in the way. He felt like he just kept hitting brick walls in every area of his life. He'd manage to climb over one and hit another and it was just an unending process.

Sam was getting a headache from all the brick walls. And his laundry was just not fitting in the freaking hamper. That was the story of his life, right there.

[Door & post are open, sure]

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It was his own fault for leaving his door open, really. Kate wandered past, a few seconds went by, and she backed up to look again.

It would appear his perma-calm might be wavering. She was just waiting for the moment he gave into the frustration and punched something.

... Or possibly that was still just her way.

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She was probably going to be waiting awhile if she wanted to see him punch something. Violence was not something he did...ever. He still felt slightly guilty about the way Douglas went out, after all.

She did get to see him yank an armful of clothes out of his hamper and toss them on the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over, finally catching sight of her.

"You enjoying the show or something?"

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"I don't know, are you gonna start juggling with all that?" she asked, the hint of a smirk crawling into place.

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"It won't fit," he said, rolling his eyes and reaching for the clothes again so he could try and figure out a way to get everything into his hamper, "and no. I don't juggle. You want that, you need to buy a ticket to the circus."

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"Sounds like more money than I have." So she was going to stick with watching him.

"You try that trick where you get someone to sit on it then shove the lid on really fast?" Kate, the light packer that she was, didn't usually use that method, but she'd seen TV.

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"It's not that big a deal," he said, tossing the clothes on top of the stuffed full hamper and sighing. "If I have to make two trips, I make two trips. It'll get me out of this room, at least."

He didn't have anything against his room but it felt small and he felt restless. He glanced over at her.

"You that bored that watching me is entertainment or you?"

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"I had some time to kill." It was a weekend, there wasn't a whole lot else going on. "You room is on the way between my room and other places, and you were working on laundry theatre with your door open."

Kate shrugged. "You can't have much else better to do either." Laundry. A thrilling way to get out and about.

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"Or maybe I'm just a guy and I ran out of clean clothes," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I know you're some diligent launderer of clothes but some of us don't do it every other day for whatever reason. You're oh so disappointed, I know. Dry your eyes, I'll get my laundry done."

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"You're really putting 'diligent launderer' on my list of skills?" There was a snicker that accompanied that. She washed, and was pretty good at getting blood out of her shoes, but that description might be going a little far.

"I just don't have that many clothes." Put them all together, and they'd probably still fit in one hamper.

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"Surprised no one's tried to take you on some shopping spree yet," Sam quipped, glancing over at her. "You say that in the vicinity of certain people and you're doomed to a day at the mall."

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"I think people fear the idea of sticking me in a giant room with throngs of the general public." Okay, she wasn't that bad. But she'd rather not spend hours at a mall, and she'd take that reasoning if it saved her from that fate.

"Did someone already try that on you?"

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"No." Even Brooke had never done that though he wasn't sure Ramon or Frank had escaped. "I don't go to malls if I can help it. Too many people, too many worthless stores, and the smell of grease from the food court makes my stomach turn."

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"Come hang out in Atlanta. They don't really exist anymore." In her Atlanta, anyway. That said, all the same things were true of other areas of town.

"Just steer clear of the Grease Trap and I85," Kate felt compelled to add. They represented 'stomach turning amount of grease' and 'too many people', respectively.

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Natalie hadn't been avoiding him. Nope. She'd just... not stopped at his door in the time between last Sunday and now, though she'd gone past plenty of times since she had no choice.

She stopped today, though, a business textbook under one arm. "What did your clothes do to you?"

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Yeah, Sam was pretty sure she'd been avoiding him even if she was gonna play at not avoiding him. He knew better than that. When he heard her voice, he glanced over at her, green t-shirt in hand.

"It's nothing personal," he quipped, shrugging. "We're just not getting along right now. I'm sure we'll kiss and make up soon, though."

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"I've made out with someone who can't even get along with his clothes?" Natalie drawled, choosing to act like she'd taken it literally because she could. It was what passed for joking from her. "I need higher standards."

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"Hey, you're welcome to go in search of those higher standards if the sight of me wrestling with my laundry is just too much of a heartbreak for you," Sam replied, shrugging and tossing his t-shirt onto the bed.

"I'm sure I'll survive. I always do," he added, folding a few pairs of shorts and sweaters to make them more compact.

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"If you want me to, I'll go," Natalie retorted, even as she lightly leaned against the doorframe. "It is pretty heartbreaking."

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"I'm not making your choices for you," Sam told her, shaking his head and threading his fingers through his hair. "I'm sure you can decide just fine where you wanna be and where you don't wanna be. You're smarter than most people around here."

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Natalie didn't move, one way or the other, not just yet. "I can't even tell if that's a compliment. I suppose it is."

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"It's whatever you want it to be," he said conversationally. He was trying to avoid more brick walls with her right now because the last time had prickled and he already had a headache. "Compliment, insult, statement, clarification, whatever. Words are wonderful because they can mean so many things to so many people."

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"Hmh." And with that little sound of mild disagreement, Natalie was going to let that topic go. "What have you been up to? Aside from violence towards your laundry."

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"Not much," he said with a shrug. He tossed his t-shirts on top of his hamper and crossed his arms, straightening up to look at her. "Put some new parts on my skateboard, went to class, skateboarded, called home a few times, the usual. Nothing much to report there."

He shrugged again and stood where he was. He didn't know how things were going to go in this conversation but he knew she was going to have to take initiative this time. He wasn't doing it.

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Natalie nodded. "I told my parents I want the keyboard," she shared, in turn. "It should get here sometime next week. Through interdimensional post, so that should be interesting."

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"Guess that'll give you something to do in between all that smart girl stuff you enjoy for some strange reason," Sam joked though he didn't smile. "I've heard a musical instrument is good for hand eye coordination too. Me, I would have gone with video games."