forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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(ok that took longer than I thought sorry) Sam scowled, realizing he had forgotten a towel. He stood there for a moment, trying to decide whether calling for someone would be a better idea than just walking out and hoping no one would see him

Orion began re-organizing his closet, the one he kept the towels and linens in. Engrossed in his work, he didn't hear the shower shut off.

Sam scowled. He couldn't hear anyone outside the bathroom, and hopping out to grab a towel couldn't be too bad of an idea, right? He cracked the door open, looking out before realizing he didn't really know where the towels were. It didn't seem like anyone else was around to see him though, so he crept out

Orion continued to arrange his towels. Originally he had been arranging them by color, but now he is arranging them by softness.

Sam slowly got out of the bathroom, then quickly turned to find Orion with the towels. He froze, embarrassment keeping him from moving for a moment

Orion turned. Froze. Eyes widened. Very slowly he held out one of the larger towels.

Sam snatched the towel out of his hands before running as fast as godly possible back into the bathroom

Orion went and made himself tea. As Orion tends to do.

Lata sat at the table, having finished her "damn good breakfast", and began reading another of Orion's spellbooks.

Lucy was sat by Lata, flipping through her own spell book and sipping her coffee.

(good god lmao) Sam hopped out of the shower, dressed in dark jeans and a loose grey Nirvana t-shirt. He was still a little red in the face and didn't even look at Orion as he sat down cross-legged in one of the dining room tables. Cas gave him a look, and Sam scowled at him as the creature chuckled a little to themself

Lucy noticed Sam’s energy was more foul that it had been before and she arched a brow in question, setting down her empty cup.

Sam huffed, glancing over to Lucy. "Don't ask," he said, putting his head on the table

Lucy frowned softly, but nodded. If Sam didn’t want to talk about it, then she would respect that and keep her mouth shut about the topic.