[ sam is much of the same mindset of the singularity - he will worry when it's been going on longer than it should, but it is not his area of expertise. the singularity, while not on a schedule, does tend to have a pattern - and sam finds his skillset more beneficial to the aftermath. he doesn't love being so reactive, but there's only so much he can do in a place so influenced by magic.
for now, though, his horizon is dark and wind-buffeted. he knows the house will survive (it has survived many a hurricane season before now) but that doesn't mean he has to like it. doesn't mean he wants to spend his time amongst it. so he ventures out instead - it has been some time since he's last visited wanda's domain, and she is the person he seeks out now, anyway. he wanders down the familiar green tunnel, but is pleasantly surprised to find where it leads - a loft, in new year if the view through the windows is anything to go by. sam doesn't recognize it, but that doesn't bother him all that much, especially when a very happy puppy comes bounding up to him. sam squats, because obviously he has an affection tax to pay. ]
Knock knock! [ he calls out, even as his hands are already on mary, his smile growing. ] Who's a pretty girl... your momma home?
also wildcardish.
for now, though, his horizon is dark and wind-buffeted. he knows the house will survive (it has survived many a hurricane season before now) but that doesn't mean he has to like it. doesn't mean he wants to spend his time amongst it. so he ventures out instead - it has been some time since he's last visited wanda's domain, and she is the person he seeks out now, anyway. he wanders down the familiar green tunnel, but is pleasantly surprised to find where it leads - a loft, in new year if the view through the windows is anything to go by. sam doesn't recognize it, but that doesn't bother him all that much, especially when a very happy puppy comes bounding up to him. sam squats, because obviously he has an affection tax to pay. ]
Knock knock! [ he calls out, even as his hands are already on mary, his smile growing. ] Who's a pretty girl... your momma home?