Accio Picnic Basket {Possibly for Horus' buddies?}
Apr 10, 2010 14:47:46 GMT -5
Post by Samuel Rixon on Apr 10, 2010 14:47:46 GMT -5
Sam just grinned as Ember squirmed under his hands. No, a naked Vincent wasn’t exactly uncommon, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t at least try to protect someone from that sight. That someone being his best friend. Well, his best best friend. He tried his best to keep his grin, despite her protests. “I don’t care, you don’t gotta see it again.” He doesn’t think a naked Vincent is all that spectacular, thanks. Her virgin comment made him cop a little grin, though. Yeah, he know she’s not a virgin. “I know I know, but Jesus Em, you want to see this? He doesn’t, but no one is nice enough to cover his eyes.
Horus was finally back from the dead. Sam watched the ensuing hilarity, glad someone finally parted with a piece of clothing to cover the fucker up. He wasn’t giving up any of his precious layers. He’d freeze, and their little party would be over. Thankfully, as Ember twisted out of his grip, Vincent was at least semi-covered again. Enough that he didn’t feel the need to latch back onto Ember. At least, not until Vincent made the ‘dick’ comment. Okay. He was officially cruising for punishment now. First he was steamrollered, then he was punched, and now Vincent was insulting his pride where it counted? “You’re so full of shit, Vincent. No one likes your dick.” Least of all Sam.
As Horus lay back in his lap, Sam rolled his eyes. He knew Horus was sensitive, but really, he’d started it. Sam ate a lot of junk, yes, and his fitness level was probably lower than Horus’s, but... at least he didn’t look it. “Aww Floppy. You know I didn’t mean it. You’d probably beat me in a push up contest anyway.” Lies, but sweet lies. He wanted to make the little blondie feel a little bit better. “And Vin, shut the fuck up or I’m gettin’ out the duct tape.” Pick on Horus time was officially done. For the next ten minutes or so, anyway.
It was only the sheer entertainment factor that had Sam watching the eternal struggle that was Vincent trying to get into damp, skin tight pants. Especially when it came time for him to roll around. But when he caught himself, well, teenage boys and injury? Hilarious. And he burst out laughing. “Karma’s a bitch, hey Manson?” He wasn’t scared of being punched again. Obviously. But he did take evasive action and got up, following Ember to the boat. He was leery about boats, especially getting in boats with Vincent, who was probably going to attempt to capsize it. Just because he was wet didn’t mean he had to share the misery. If Sam falls in and gets hypothermia, it’s completely Vincent’s fault. He jumped in, only half listening to Vincent’s idiocy on the shore. He would call the only cool pirate. “If you’re Jack, can we maroon you on an island?” He gave the side of the boat a little kick. “I’d be Will, but Will is a fuckin’ pussy.” Which leaves... Sam doesn’t know. As long as he’s not Elizabeth or Will, he’s happy.
Horus was finally back from the dead. Sam watched the ensuing hilarity, glad someone finally parted with a piece of clothing to cover the fucker up. He wasn’t giving up any of his precious layers. He’d freeze, and their little party would be over. Thankfully, as Ember twisted out of his grip, Vincent was at least semi-covered again. Enough that he didn’t feel the need to latch back onto Ember. At least, not until Vincent made the ‘dick’ comment. Okay. He was officially cruising for punishment now. First he was steamrollered, then he was punched, and now Vincent was insulting his pride where it counted? “You’re so full of shit, Vincent. No one likes your dick.” Least of all Sam.
As Horus lay back in his lap, Sam rolled his eyes. He knew Horus was sensitive, but really, he’d started it. Sam ate a lot of junk, yes, and his fitness level was probably lower than Horus’s, but... at least he didn’t look it. “Aww Floppy. You know I didn’t mean it. You’d probably beat me in a push up contest anyway.” Lies, but sweet lies. He wanted to make the little blondie feel a little bit better. “And Vin, shut the fuck up or I’m gettin’ out the duct tape.” Pick on Horus time was officially done. For the next ten minutes or so, anyway.
It was only the sheer entertainment factor that had Sam watching the eternal struggle that was Vincent trying to get into damp, skin tight pants. Especially when it came time for him to roll around. But when he caught himself, well, teenage boys and injury? Hilarious. And he burst out laughing. “Karma’s a bitch, hey Manson?” He wasn’t scared of being punched again. Obviously. But he did take evasive action and got up, following Ember to the boat. He was leery about boats, especially getting in boats with Vincent, who was probably going to attempt to capsize it. Just because he was wet didn’t mean he had to share the misery. If Sam falls in and gets hypothermia, it’s completely Vincent’s fault. He jumped in, only half listening to Vincent’s idiocy on the shore. He would call the only cool pirate. “If you’re Jack, can we maroon you on an island?” He gave the side of the boat a little kick. “I’d be Will, but Will is a fuckin’ pussy.” Which leaves... Sam doesn’t know. As long as he’s not Elizabeth or Will, he’s happy.