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[louds]

Satan showed up at the apartment with lingerie and you fought.

Did you hit your head?

[rowd]

i wish

[louds]

Did you get hurt?

[rowd]

no
nothing that hasn't already healed up

[louds]

Okay, that's good.
Um, lock the door if you haven't already I guess? I'm coming back.

[rowd]

a locked door wouldn't keep him out but okay
sorry

[louds]

It's okay just, you know. Be careful. If there's some satan freak going around attacking people that's pretty concerning.

[rowd]

i'm not lying
i stabbed him in the goddamn eye
he laughed
didn't even bleed

[louds]

I believe you. Do you think he's going to come back?

[rowd]

maybe?

( god. fuck. he hadn't even gotten that far. the asshole seemed awfully amused at sam's--existence, his fucked up life, the shitty deformities life stuck him with. )

i'll leave

[louds]

Please don't.

[rowd]

he only gives a shit because he thinks my existence is hilarious
if i'm not around, he won't come back to your place

[louds]

If you ditch I'm going to come looking for you, and I really don't want to do that in this weather.

[rowd]

fine

[louds]

Thank you, I'm on my way. Is Henry around?

[rowd]

no

( good thing, too.

he'd have hated for henry to get involved in that mess. )

[louds]

Did any of his stuff get caught in the crossfire?

[rowd]

i don't think so
but tbh i kinda blacked out for a minute
the couch, the lamp next to the couch, and the sword
that's it

[louds]

( oh no, she liked that lamp. )

Okay, I'm five minutes away. Don't attack me when I come in or anything like that, I'm not Satan.

[rowd]

i'm good

[louds]

( it's closer to seven minutes before he'll hear the rattle of blue's keys in the door, and she's only thinly masking concern when she walks in. she's gotten better at rolling with the weird here, but it's not every day that your new housemate sends you a message claiming they fought satan in your apartment. she looks around the room briefly before she spots sam — and the couch, but she walks up to him first. )

Are you sure you're okay?

[rowd]

( he's sitting on the floor, in a corner, back pressed up against the walls. knees pulled up to his chest to make himself as absolutely small as he can possibly get--and there's. little spots of dried blood along his pants in the same spaces of small breaks in fabric and over his arms but there's no open wounds on him. nothing that looks like he's currently wounded. any wounds on him have healed, sealed up and left behind small scars that'll heal over into clear skin in the next several weeks.

so nothing major, at least. )

'm good. ( a slow breath in, which sam holds for a few moments before he lets it out of his mouth. his eyes close, head tipping back to rest against the wall. ) He just wanted to piss me off, not hurt me.

( one of the back cushions on the couch has been ripped off. there's no sign of the sword. the lamp is back on the stand beside the couch, but it--impacted with satan's hand when he caught it, so it's a little worse for wear. )

[louds]

( she's tempted to point out that sam doesn't look particularly good, but she bites her tongue. an unusual habit for blue, but it doesn't feel particularly helpful right now. instead she shifts her weight, getting a good look at the room. the couch is...probably too difficult to repair, but there's no walls caved in, no destroyed piles of furniture. it could be a hell of a lot worse.

blue squats down in front of him, and after a moment reaches out for his arm, to push the sleeve up. just to see for herself. )

Why did your uncle want to make you so mad? Is he....literally Satan?

cw: mild self harm

[rowd]

( sam rolls his eyes, but he lets blue grab for him, lets her push up his sleeves. there's a few bite marks and scratches lining his skin, but they're--self inflicted, nothing satan did to him. sam has a shit temper, a shit time keeping a lid on it, he didn't want blue or henry returning when he was still fuming and wanting to break shit.

that's never a good mix. but the bit of pain is--grounding. and sam heals fast enough he doesn't think any of it fucking matters anyway. )

Didn't ask. And he's not--not one of 'em from where I come from. ( far as sam can tell, he doesn't really have a nose for that shit. ) He said he's Satan, and I don't know why he'd fucking lie about it. He's definitely an angel of some kind.

[louds]

( there's nothing that blue can do with the injuries that are left — and from what sam has already said it seems fairly clear that he can heal from it all with time — but that doesn't exactly relieve any of her concern. sam is...new to blue's life, but as it turns out, she's learning that she cares quite a bit about what happens to him.

but it's not like there's anything practical she can do right now, so instead she just shifts. sits on the floor in front of him, and pulls her knees up to her chest. not hunched and small like the way sam is huddled, but mirroring the pose a little. )

Sounds like a shit guy. Do you think he's going to come back for you?