Around Sam Sam (Sam.)

[Samuel Rixon]

People could say what they would about Sam’s behaviour as a whole, but the guy was loyal to a fault. Yes, he was just as likely to hit his best friend over the head with something as he was to hug him, or blame him for something instead of standing up for him, but when Vincent needed him, he was there.

Sam couldn’t, or rather didn’t, cook. Too many instances of accidental flambé dishes to count meant that he wasn’t really allowed in the kitchen much anymore. He was happiest with junk food anyway, unless Spencer was cooking, or he could bum food from his roommates. “What? Where’d you learn to cook? I ain’t allowed to anymore. Roomies kept saying they don’t like their stuff crispy.” Truthfully, Sam didn’t really either, but hey, it was food, and he was sometimes a bottomless pit. If all else failed, he’d just dare Vincent into eating it for money. As for Spencer, he shrugged. “She’s in college, ‘cause she’s all smart and stuff. She’s got finals, I think.” He didn’t want to bring her grades down because he was an idiot.

At least the onesie idea went over well. The pyro grinned like an idiot. “Yes way! I’m totally putting it on.” He had no shame, and it wasn’t all that uncommon to catch him in it in the common room. Maturity? What was that?

While Cam got settled, Sam dropped the treats on the couch and dragged his Wii out from his own room into the common area to set it up for Netflix. It didn’t take long, and once he was done he disappeared back into his room, coming back out in his Charmander onesie, complete with the hood pulled up. Taking a running start, he managed to jump up over the arm of the couch and growled at Cam before yelling “CHARMANDER CHAR!”

Now that was out of his system, he was listening. “Sooo... if I get them ALL right, we can play all night?” Hey, he was hoping.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam could be loyal, but most people thought he was a flake, and a player. Those things used to bother him, it was why he left Hammel in the first place, but now he knew that people were going to think what they wanted and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Taught myself. I was tired of my dad’s spam dinners.” Cam smiled, because he really did love his old man, just not his cooking skills, or lack thereof. “My roommates don’t complain, actually, they always ask for more.” And he was always happy to oblige. Food brought people together, good food made people happy. “Not everyone’s cut out for college,” Cam commented, unsure what else to say. At least Sam was considerate of his girlfriend’s studies.

“Sweet,” Cam said. Once Sam went to change, Cam would change too. He felt a little useless just sitting there while Sam set up the Wii, but Cam didn’t know how to set up any kind of video game system. The blond laughed as Sam pounced over the couch, pushing Charmander away from him. “Mine just feels like next to yours,” Cam complained, pouting and everything as he tugged at his kitten onesie. Oh well.

Cam smirked at Sam. “We’ll see,” he said in a challenging tone, “I doubt you can play all night.” But he didn’t really, he was just trying to egg Sam on. What better way to study then to have prizes at the end? Sam was basically a little kid, so, maybe this would work out in the end.

After Sam set up the Wii and Netflix was being scrolled through, Cam was making a mental list of all the questions he could ask. “What’re we watching again? 300? Or was it Gladiator?” He had to make sure the questions matched after all. All Sam had to do was pay attention.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam had been a player, back before Spencer had found her way into his life. He’d happily fall into bed with any girl that happened to be willing, though he’d most often tumbled into bed with his best friend, Ember. She’d long since moved onto University, and Sam rarely saw her now. It was just as well, as he had Spencer now.

“Ew. Is spam even, like... food?” Granted, his knowledge of spam didn’t stretch far beyond Monty Python’s song about it. “You should make food for the sleepover!” Yes, Sam, just order your tutor around. Great idea. “Or we can run out and get food. I got a car!” That car was his baby, regardless of the fact it was in terrible condition. It still had four wheels and ran, which was all he cared about.

“That’s ‘cause Charmander’s AWESOME.” Sam struck a muscle man type pose before tumbling off the couch at Cam’s shove. “Kitties are cool too, though.” At least he was nice enough to not make Cam feel terrible. They were having a onesie party with junk food and gory history movies. Why shouldn’t he be nice?

The challenge was one that Sam latched onto easily. “I can so play all night!” It was usually a Friday or Saturday night he indulged in a full evening of binge drinking and video games at Vincent’s apartment, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to game all night with Cam now.

While the pyro giggled at the recently watched list (dotted with alternating awful movies and childish cartoons), he only half paid attention to the question. “... Uhhhhh... Gladiator.” Which meant stopping scrolling and instead using the handy dandy search feature. After carefully typing the first few letters, the movie cover showed up and Sam selected it. “... We need plastic swords, or something.” Because even he knew it was a bad idea for him to have hold of a real blade, however cool it might be. “Have gladiator battles!” It was a wonder Sam’s roommates tolerated his nonsense.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam shook his head, “Exactly.” It wasn’t food for anyone, even his freakin’ dog wouldn’t eat the stuff, that had to say something because dogs eat pretty much anything. “I’ve got wheels too, a truck and a bike,” Cam said proudly. “Maybe if we do end up stayin’ up after the movie we can grab some pizza or something.” The light manip had a real sore spot for pizza.

“Hey, don’t diss the kittaies,” Cam said, glancing down at himself for the umpteenth time. “Not my fault they didn’t have anything cooler, plus this one is as soft as… I dunno, it’s soft.” Yeah, he was struggling at making it more awesome than it actually was.

Cam rapped his fingers together over and over while saying, “Excellent, excellent…” He really couldn’t do menacing, so it came out playful. They would just have to see if Sam really could do it, though Cam didn’t doubt the brunet in the slightest.

Smirking at the previously viewed movies, Cam knew he was dealing with a large man child, which could be fun! Nodding as Gladiator was mentioned, Cam’s mind went into high gear. Sugary snacks also helped this process. Cam nodded distractedly. “Only if I get to film the whole thing,” he said with a grin.

As the movie started playing, Cam pointed out the first fact. “Oh and just so you know, Maximus ain’t real, but his storyline kind of is.” He smiled over at Sam. “Just keep your eyes and ears open for someone named Commodus, he’s totally legit.”

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Info gleaned from: Click!

[Samuel Rixon]

Considering the amount of other junk Sam loved to put into his body (read: fast food, candy, etc.), his dislike of spam honestly should have surprised people. Sam wasn’t picky by any means, as long as whatever he was eating didn’t involve fish in any way, shape, or form. But spam was just... yeesh. Not. Food. Pizza, on the other hand? Defiantly food. “Sweet! I’m in for pizza!” He even had money from his internship to help pay for it. Not to mention the credit card his parents paid for. The limit wasn’t sky-high, or anything, but it helped.

“Hey, kitties are cool, man.” Maybe not Charmander cool, but cool nonetheless. At the soft comment, he couldn’t help it. One hand snaked out to ‘pet’ Cam’s shoulder, beaming as he did so. Personal space? Sam? Never. “It’s totes soft! Way better ‘n mine.” Charmander was sort of... almost fleece, but not like fuzzy soft fleece. More like... hoodie fleece. Fuzzy on one side, smooth on the other. But the tail and hood more than made up for the lack of soft on the outside.

A large man-child was, and would be, the best description for Sam until he was well into his late twenties. The thought of being boring and grown up wasn’t appealing in the slightest, so he’d take his sweet time getting there, thank you very much. “Film it!” Sam wasn’t shy. “We can submit it to Jackass! Or Funniest Home Videos! WE COULD BE BILLIONAIRES.” Yes, Sam really thought that it was remotely possible to get rich and famous by acting like an idiot. Hey, it had worked for the Jackass crew, right?

Once the movie started, he tried to focus. He really did. After all, if he wanted to stop being lame and actually graduate, he had to learn something. Plus, if he proved he’d paid attention, Cam was going to allow MarioKart. “Is he awesome? Does he have a huge sword?” Cue the snickering of a large man child.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam didn’t even flinch as Sam reached out to touch his pj’s – he didn’t know the definition of personal space either. “It’s like that on the inside too,” Cam confirmed, a little prouder now that his was at least better in some way. Not that it really mattered, it just seemed to matter right now.

“Score,” Cam said, making a mental note to definitely bring his camera the next time he and Sam hung out, er, studied together. The blond nodded in total agreement. “You should see some of the stuff I already have on YouTube, I’m halfway there man.” Okay, now he was just bragging, but between his stunting and Sam’s random thought process, they could be rich. “Between you and me, we’d be better than Jackass.”

They were still gonna study right?

Cam snickered too. “You know it. No one would be interested in a dude who didn’t,” he said, holding his hand out for a high five while his eyes remained glued to the screen. What else could he say about this plot that would be related to school? “And he’s totally into himself, got the months of the year changed to names he liked.” That had to be impressive right? It also had to be impressive to know that.

[Samuel Rixon]

“It’s fuzzy,” Sam said happily as he petted it. “I’m totally jealous now.” Why couldn’t Charmander be that soft? It was blasphemy. ... If Sam knew what blasphemy actually was.

YouTube was a surefire way to get Sam’s attention effectively derailed. He and Vincent could spend hours flipping between cat videos and stunts, usually getting bad ideas to test out along the way. It was how Sam had broken his wrist within his first year at Hammel. Watching some guys getting towed on a skateboard behind a trunk. Bad idea? Hells yes. Fun? Hells yes. “Dude! I wanna see!” Bravo, Cam. He’s never going to pay attention now.

The high five was returned enthusiastically returned as Sam grinned. He was the master of lewd jokes, and the more time Cam spent with him trying to get him to study, the more he’d come to realize that. “... Dude, he sounds like my bestie, Vinnie. He’s in love with himself. But he ain’t got a big sword.” More snickering. Much as Vincent liked to say otherwise, Sam would continue to deny him that.

[Cameron Osiris]

"Should just make our own," Cam suggested, "soft onesies that are also amazing. Like dinosaurs and stuff." Great, what did he just say? If he spoke like this they would go off on tangents for the rest of the night!

Cam laughed and pushed Sam's face so the brunet had to look at the TV screen. "Later, after the movie's over." It's not like Sam could make Cam say his YouTube channel name right? Cam wasn't sure what kind of powers Sam had, but he wasn't going to be forced into anything he didn't want to do.

The movie kept playing, and Cam hoped that Sam was paying attention, and not just looking like a drooling idiot. "Ooo, remember this scene," Cam said, pointing out some fight scene that was similar to the true story. This was one of Cam's fave movies, true or not.

Getting closer to the end of the movie, Cam nudged Sam. "Hope you're ready for some quizzing," he said, tossing Sam a bag of Maynards Sour Squirters. God that sounded gross, but they sure tasted amazing.

[Samuel Rixon]

"Oh my god YES. Bitching onesies!" No, no, no. Going into business with Sam was a bad bad idea. At least his attention span was short. The chances of him actually remembering the conversation the next day with any degree of accuracy were slim at best. At least they could hang out in cool onesies for the evening and be the epitome of awesome.

Had Cameron been his best friend Vincent instead, Sam would have attempted something like licking his hand as he pushed him away, or worse, biting. Because Cam was not Vincent, he instead just let him push him, cuddling back into his Charmander hood in warm contentment. "Sweet." He could wait until the end of the movie. Really, he could.

At least the battle scenes kept his attention. Though he was itching to try out his own form of gladiator battles with Vincent, he was actually watching and listening quite nicely. It wasn't so bad, as far as historical movies went, and if this was going to help him pass, he was down for it.

The candy was caught awkwardly, and Sam grinned when he saw the name. He knew what they were, and regardless of the somewhat gross (and therefore awesome) name, they were good. He snagged a small handful before throwing it back. "This movie's bitching." Because yes, it was.