moved to dansmuses

im back to working on my fic, come poke sam so i can wake him up <3

" ...COURSE NOT. MUM knows. She knows everything. " That's all the acknowledgement he would give the topic, instead choosing to redirect the focus of the conversation onto his weapon instead. " This is...different to that. This is more...tame. "

" OH, Y'DO ? HOW'D you find 'em all ? " The boy's expression lit up as he dashed to his twin's side, matching blues peering down at the hundred-piece puzzle the two had spent hours working on. Sure enough, as Private had said, all the pieces were together, all the two had to do was reassemble them. It was a picture of a windmill, and the two had gotten more than halfway done, only about a few pieces left, when the remaining pieces had suddenly up and walked away. Samael had gotten up to search the room for them, but once Private shook the box and located the remaining few, the twins got back to work, matching shapes and colors.

samael's beloved red bowtie was a gift from his twin brother -- every single birthday they had, the two would exchange gifts ( literally pass them at the same time, ) and on their eighth birthday, private gifted sam with a red ribbon bowtie, one that he'd handmade himself. sam, of course, loved it to pieces, as he did everything he received from his brother. from then on out, the only times sam's been seen without it is during particularly dangerous missions where it might be damaged or destroyed, or when he showers.

" WHATEVA' DO YOU mean, Mikey ? I'm speaking the queen's bloody English, aren't I ? " Samael huffed, flippers both resting on his hips. " Look, all I'm saying is that Prince Sharesalot is a sapiosexual bottom and Princess Self Respectra pegs him. That's all. "

" I'D LIKE A rocket launcha' for my birthday one yea'. I think that would be BADASS. " He snickered, before shrugging at the second half of the question. " I mean. Sure as hell beats the birthday I spent in Boss' training. Any day beats that one. "