@damagedrot "How happy are you?" from lucy.
sam's never been so fucking thrilled in all their life. "so good!" sam choruses, and then repeats it four more times to be a real fucking chorus. so good. it only disjointedly answers the question, but when your eyes are this dilated and your pulse is this strong, shit like that doesn't matter. it doesn't fucking matter! none of it fucking matters! "fuck!" sam shrieks, delighted. their knees are scraped and bleeding, and there's snot and blood running from their nose onto their chin. they knuckle it away, unable to stop laughing. hahahaha fuck! rescued. in the nick of time. they spit some orange-red mixture of snot and blood and spit onto the rough tarmac, and hold their fists high. "i'm so fucking good!" they hoot, holler, and beat their fists on the pebble-dash buildings. it'll hurt but it'll hurt tomorrow. "he was up in my face and yelling and you just fucking stopped him! that was so good. that was so fucking good!" they pant, hands on their hips, walking like a soccer player at half-time, like a greyhound waiting for a hare.
