un: samil | video

[rowd]

[ cw: cannibalism themes throughout! mutilation may be mentioned.. somewhere in here. ]

So I was just minding my own goddamn business earlier, right? When one of the robots handed me a letter. Luckily, I did learn how to read. 'cause I guess the rest of you went out an' had a nice party without inviting me.

( the letter gets raised up, held high enough to be legible for several moments, before sam turns it in towards himself and starts reading off of it using a really poor imitation of hannibal's accent - )

You were enjoyed by many, especially myself. Your heart made for a delectable 'tar-tar'? The fuck is that supposed to be?

Anyway. Sorry to anyone who wasn't plannin' on eating people. Considering he fed me to myself, I doubt he mentioned it. I'd recommend staying the hell away from his place, especially considering how fucked it's gonna be once I'm done with it.

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[mostdangerousbird]

And you're the one who asked me to step on you. I think we know which is more outright suggestive.

[ Tim shifts to keep eye contact as Sam moves, no balance checks needed. Still with the same smirk, looking somewhere to the west of pleased. Alive. ]

Oooh, your worst. The bar's high - or should I say, it's low. You're going to have to crawl to clear it.

[rowd]

I'm gonna knock you over.

( it's the grin, the stupid pleased look on tim's face which isn't bad at all, especially given the way sam is grinning at him in return.

still makes him want to yank tim down off the back of the couch though. not that he's reaching for him yet, but the threat is there. )

[mostdangerousbird]

If you knock me over, I could get hurt. Fall of about 3 feet - almost 9 for my head. Could be a concussion. That'd make for a lousy visit.

[ If the goal is to keep Sam's mind off what happened (which it is, ostensibly. That's the excuse for relieving Tim's fears) - then silliness can be encouraged. Laughter is medicinal. ]

Then again, you announced it, so you can try, but now I'm on guard for the move. How fast are you?

[rowd]

Do I come off as the kind of guy who'd let you hit your head?

( cause of course he won't. he will, however, reach up as high as he can, fingers grabbing for tim's shirt wherever he can reach so he can - yank him down a little. )

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Moving with the tug is a choice, although not one Tim would make if he didn’t trust Sam’s intent as playful.

Or flirty, but he’ll second guess that classification to oblivion.

Leaning down with the pull on his shirt shifts his center of gravity so far it’s precarious. Tim’s balance is good, by his skewed, over high standard, yes - but he’s bent nearly double. The squishy cushion beneath his feet makes his calves work overtime to keep him steady and keep him from dropping into Samil’s lap. ]

You’re doing a very good impression of someone who wants me to fall. If I fell from here, I don’t think I could get control of the fall before I landed on you.

[ He glances up - down? - at Sam’s legs, through his dangling hair. ]

So you’re warned.

[rowd]

I'll catch you.

( tim is very bendy. which would be impressive, if sam hadn't already seen him in action. and while tim's working hard to try to keep himself from falling over, sam is - doing the opposite.

he's dragging tim closer, careful not to bend him to the point of hurting him, but pulling tim in closer as he moves up, to try and press an easy, gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. )

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Friction and weight distribution will only hold someone in place for so long, especially once they start almost working against it. Because Tim? Wants that kiss, and gets it, even if it's just for the briefest moment.

Craning his head forward to accept the kiss pushes the lean a degree too far, and gravity overcomes the friction. Tim topples forward and down - true to his word, there's not enough space for him to get control of the fall. Barely enough time to make sure he doesn't land on anything important. ]