Where's InDeed when you need it?

[royal_venant]

Who: Regulus and Sam
What: Regulus needs help and he’s finally hit the point of asking for it
When: now
Where: Starts at Sam’s
Rating/Warnings: Probably low


Regulus tapped a tight, sharp knock on Sam’s door with one hand while holding a paper in his other hand.

And as soon as the door opened, he was talking.

“I think the newspapers here are broken.”

He probably should have mentioned how he needed some help interpreting what he read in the paper, but clearly, it was the paper that was defective, not he.

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[thegreatexperiment]

Sam seriously considered grabbing her revolver before she opened the door. It wasn't like she had any friends. And she'd just outed herself as a vampire for the whole fucking multiverse a few days back. The only thing that stopped her was the grim realization that the angry mob with torches and pitchforks probably wouldn't knock. Angry mobs weren't that polite.

Well, maybe angry mobs in Canada. But this definitely wasn't Canada.

When she opened the door, her eyebrows shot up, disappearing behind the plastic fringe of her wig. She glanced back and forth between Regulus and the newspaper. And then pulled back on the door with one hand, planting the other on her hip. "I'm sorry," she said, nodding for him to come inside, "I don't remember ordering a hot guy on Door Dash."

A reference that was probably lost on him. But sometimes, Sam needed to make jokes just for herself. It kept her from getting too glitchy.

"What's wrong with the paper?" she asked.