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Post by Timur on Dec 18, 2016 2:05:18 GMT
He had a promise to keep up, a promise to prove he wasn't a horrible person. Sam really didn't want to end any positive interaction with her like that, especially if she were to live here. So he was going to try his damned best to keep his promise. To who he had promised he wasn't sure, but he had promised.
So here started a streak of nice things he did for fawn. It wasn't hard to figure out that she liked to eat eggs for breakfast, and scrambled eggs weren't to hard to make, so he decided to give her breakfast in bed. Sam had to wake up early to make sure that she didn't want up first, but he was sure it was worth it. Luckily he didn't set any fire alarms off while he made it- Sam was not the best cook in the bunker. Though he'd still try to cook.
And so, Sam would soon go over to Fawn's door with the food he had prepared. He had the scrambled eggs along with a glass of milk, and decided to throw in a bowl with salad as his own special touch. He loved salad and maybe she would too. And if not meh. Eggs and salad didn't usually go together but maybe today would be an exception. Sam would knock on the door, waiting for permission to come in instead of invading.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 18, 2016 2:29:29 GMT
Yeah, Fawn had made him promise. She didn't expect him to try this hard though. The knock was the first thing that would hit her, forcing her to wake up. However, the scent of egg would waft up her nose and her head shot up from her pillow. Now, Fawnpelt loved eggs, and egg sucker as some would say. She sat up, too tired to try to get up. "Come on in." She said, stretching and smoothing her bed head.
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Post by Timur on Dec 20, 2016 4:29:31 GMT
Her words reached him and a smile would come across his face. Sam opened the door, juggling the tray trickily so he didn't drop it but it was a relatively easy task. Then the Winchester would take a couple steps in and close the door behind him so Fawn would have privacy for her just woken up state. Well from everyone but him, but he had the food. "I brought breakfast, heard you liked eggs." Sammy said, his smile growing a bit bigger as he walked to the bedside to offer her the meal he had prepared. He hoped he didn't accidentally burn anything, but he hasn't set off the fire alarms so that was a good sign. He knew he wasn't a cook but they couldn't be too bad right?
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Post by Pebble on Dec 20, 2016 4:36:11 GMT
As soon as Sam came on, Fawn's mood lightened, then darkened, then lightened. He had eggs. He was cool for today. Honestly, had she not been cursed with this wretched jaw, she probably would have liked bacon better. But, alas, she wanted blessed enough to have a simple straight jaw. Eggs were easy to swallow and fun to steal from chickens if you did it right. A surprised look came to her face. How early did he get up? Why did he even make this? Was it that silly promise? "Oh um... thank you?" She didn't know what to say to the kind act.
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Post by Timur on Dec 25, 2016 0:58:02 GMT
He was cool for today, that was good. Her not knowing what to say wouldn't deter Sam in the slightest, however. "wanna dig in?" the Winchester asked, his smile unwavering and dimple game strong.
/short sorry
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