DÉJÀ VU — moving in

[deimos]

She knew that voice. She hated it too, like acid in her throat. Well- not the voice specifically, but what it reminded her of. The betrayal, within Leroy. Sure, maybe it would be a 'good idea' in the 'long run', but the amount of distrust it had brewed probably wasn't worth it. Sam's eyes opened, having been taking a nap on the porch without the children, when the sound of Kazuhira reached her ears. She frowned, the doberman slowly picking her head up. Her mismatched gaze followed him, and the merchant behind him, as he headed for the homes.

She pushed to her paws, Sam's eyes narrowed a bit as she started to head towards him. What was she even going to say? Welcome to the Jungle? No, that was too mainstream. "How much shit did you bring?" She called. The antlered doberman's paws shifted, a bit, the hard look in her eyes a familiar taste. It had at least stayed the same, but a number of things were different about Sam during her stay at the Typhoon- between the bags beneath her eyes and the general worn and scruffy look.

Crossing her arms would have been the next move, had she arms instead of legs, but that didn't come. Instead, she continued to wear the judgmental look, eyeing Kaz over.

"SPEECH"

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