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Sam paused, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and wrinkling his nose a moment as he thought. Not because he didnât know the answer to the question but more because of the question itself. They didnât often ask each other personal questions, so this felt more than a little from left field. âNah, never,â the man replied, leaning against the newly installed kitchen counters. âWhy? Not gettinâ any ideas now are ya, kiddo?â
Dandy rolled his eyes. âOh yes, Iâm hoping youâll take me right atop the polished granite for the whole set to see. Hope they get it on camera.â He licked his lips salaciously for effect. It would be a little more complicated to explain why exactly he did want to know. That he was curious about Sam as, like, a person or something. Eww. Gross. âJust testing a theory, is all. You seem like a pretty conservative guy. I had to wonder if the wholesomness was a front and you were really a secret freak or something like that.â
"Wise-ass," Sam retorted dryly, not ready to give Dandy a pass on being...well, just being weird. He also wasn't ready to mention that for a fleeting moment that thought had crossed his mind, but there was something satisfying in knowing Dandy had thought it too. Even if just as a joke. "I'm plenty wholesome," he continued, pushing himself up a bit to rest on hand flat against the counter. "But I'm not so sure about conservative...eh, I'm sure ya don't care much about that. I've only ever seen you care about wall colors and uh...what do you call it...your aesthetic vision or whatever."







