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[upstairsbrain]

"Porcupine, to a prince," huh? [ Good morning to you, too, Siren's Port. There's a definite smile in Sam's voice, though you can't hear him scrub a hand over his chin, as if he's seriously considering "Chafe-Away." ] Say what you want about this place, but... man. The ads are almost worth it.

[ Sort of sarcasm. He's in a good mood, today. ]

I'm not going to bring up the candy corn stuff. So, now that we're past all that, anyone want to... I dunno, take a walk around the city? I feel like getting out today.

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[failedparenting]

[John's got his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, and his shoulders are tensed to hell and back. Something's going to happen, he knows, but he doesn't know what.

It's making him edgey.]

You wanted to walk, so let's walk.

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[upstairsbrain]

[ Sam's the same way. Of course he is, though. He shifts his weight, obviously uncomfortable, and snorts derisively at the comment. ]

Alright. [ And he heads out, away from their door. He sure as Hell isn't about to start this conversation, not when he can guess where it's going. ]

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[failedparenting]

[John just starts walking, down the stairs, out the door, and he keeps going. Clearly, he's got a destination in mind, but he's not telling Sam where.

He's also not breaking the silence. If Sam wants to apologize, he can, but until then he's staying quiet.]

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[upstairsbrain]

[ No way. He's not apologizing... not at this point, at least. He's his father's son, after all, so he just follows after John in guarded silence, casting his dad furtive looks every so often. ]