JETSTREAM SAM

I don’t know when I’m gonna use Sam again. The main reason, apart from the lack of motivation to really write for him, is because of the absence of my ship partner and girlfriend. I don’t know when she’s coming back, and truthfully, I haven’t heard a word from her since. This isn’t a permanent thing as far as I know, but I am putting Sam and all of my other characters on hiatus until further notice.

Trust me, I’m not pleased with this, but I’m also not happy/not comfortable with writing Sam at this point in time until I know more about the situation and what’s going to happen.

Peace until next time,

        ❝ In your boxers, in my home. Right. Of course. How silly of me, Samuel. ❞

[村正];;— A familiar tingle at the base of the skull, a light pressure to the back with a secure hold of dark skinned arms coming around his waist. He’d been standing out on the deck for a short while now, observing the polished surface of the sword that rests within the stand. It is not Muramasa–a piece from his personal collection, something that is dated to familiar times.

But that is not his focus. A small ‘hmhm’ vibrates through his strong frame, and the robotic hand moves to settle on the top-most forearm.