Log: Dori and Sam, Saturday evening
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xp_logsSam runs into Dori by the stairs and, after some initial oddness, they chat about her new flame and school.
It was later. Dori had finished up some stuff for one of her college English classes and a couple of stuff for some of her writing classes and was hungry. Her little kitchenette upstairs didn't really have that much so she was on her way down stairs, at the same time balancing the camera end of her phone so it was pointed straight down her shirt, hoping the angle was right to get a decent picture with decent lighting.
Sam had likewise felt like a little snack, or at least a glass of something cold to drink. He'd been out for a jog and figured it'd be easier to head for the main kitchen rather than the one in his and Kurt's suite. Plus the big one downstairs was likely better stacked, and he made a mental note that he'd have to run out for some groceries later on. Maybe he'd see if Adri needed to go on another run, he idly wondered. Thinking on that, he didn't notice Dori right away as she came down the stairs. When he did notice movement in that direction he looked up and saw her trying to take some kind of picture... of her shirt, or something? "Oh, hey there." It seemed odd but who knew with kids these days?
Dori stiffened and squeaked, dropping the phone which showed a rather clear picture of things she didn't normally flash before diving down to get it off the floor and snap it closed, "Hi! Uh... I wasn't doing anything!"
Sam looked down as the phone fell and was about to pick it up for her but Dori swooped in before he could get it. He did catch a glimpse of its display and he blinked as he did. Was that... oh man. No, no, he didn't want to know, thanks. "That's, that's good. Nothin' is alright sometimes, you know?" He straightened back up, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, uh. Is everything ok with you, Dori?"
"Oh yeah, everything is fine. Everything is really great and completely fine," she said, Monkey Joe making a flying jump which almost made her drop the phone again, but she managed to hold on to it, "I got to go to a college dance with Kyle," which seriously sounded kind of dorky but the whole thing made her feel entirely adult.
"Great. Fine!" Sam may have jumped a little when Monkey Joe did. It'd been awhile since he'd seen the pair and, well, he was a mite jumpy in general if what he'd just seen was what he'd thought he'd just seen. "Oh, hey now, that sounds like fun. So you and Kyle are... dancing? Or were dancing, yeah?" Maybe that was who that picture was for? Huh.
"Yeah, we were dancing. It was like a home coming thing," which had been awesome until he had decided to leave early to watch the damn baseball game, but she could forgive him. She was starting to realize that no one was perfect, even if she wanted to build them up to be, but Kyle was still an awesome guy. "It was great," she noted, flipping the phone open with the screen out of his view and pressing a couple buttons and then send and trying not to giggle insanely.
"Ahhh, those are always fun." He nodded, glad to hear that she'd had a great time. "Well, that's good, and Kyle's a nice guy, too." Sam still couldn't really think of him without thinking about hurting him, no matter how much time had passed or that Kyle had forgiven him. Watching her work on the phone, without seeing what she was doing or sending or course, Sam shook his head a little. "It still blows my mind how much you can do with a phone these days." And how fast kids could type on them with their thumbs and whatnot. Certainly a very different world from the one he'd grown up in, and he was only thirty, for pity's sake.
"Yeah, it's not as good as the phone I used to have," before her mom had sold it to buy food, but it had been her idea so she had been okay with that, "but it's still a really awesome phone. Wish the buttons were a bit bigger though," because typing numbers with claws was annoying to say the least.
Sam's was an older model, because it was what he was used to and he didn't need a new one. It did everything he wanted it to, at least, and he wasn't interested in all these new fangled apps or whatnot. "The buttons are always tiny on 'em, aren't they? Like they were made for, well, for your little friend there or somethin', heh." If her ever saw Monkey Joe walking around with a cell phone, though, that'd be it, time to call it a day and peace out. "So, how's school treatin' you?"
"It's going really well!" Doreen said perking up, "I thought I'd never be able to go to college you know? And now I'm going to college, and that's so awesome. I'm majoring in English, well, creative writing, but it's still pretty much English and I have to take a lot of literature too, which I don't mind as much as I used to."
He was glad to hear that, it was always nice to see former students moving on and continuing on with post secondary education. "That's fantastic, Dori, glad to hear it. And if there's anything I can do to help, just say the word. I know I only teach high school English but I can always give it a shot." History was more his speed but he'd be more than willing to help with whatever he could.
"I can always use more proof readers for my creative writing stuff," Dori said brightly, "And you know, honest opinions on stuff."
"Now that I can do." Sam grinned, stuff like that was right up his alley. "Of course, consider it done, just let me know anytime you have something you'd like me to review for you and I'll do it." That was the rewarding part of being a teacher to him, being able to help out students outside of your normal daily routine of scheduled classes, when you could anyway.
"Awesome. Oh, was there any of the expensive peanut butter left? I'm kinda hungry," she said, "That's why I came down here in the first place."
"There is, I think, I saw some there earlier. I was just here myself, grabbin' a drink after a run." He was currently dressed in sweats which, uh, probably weren't in the best condition from his jogging, so he really should go and grab a shower and change out of them. "Sorry for my appearance, only just got back before, you know." Before bumping into her and the whole awkward picture thing, which he'd almost forgotten until just then.
"No, that's totally okay," Dori said, "I mean, I kind of came out of nowhere and well, yeah."
Sam smiled at her and then nodded his head towards the stairs. "Alright, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go freshen up. It was good chattin' with you though, Dori, and I meant it, anything you want another set of eyes to read, lemme know."
"Yep, I will!" she said, heading for the peanut butter in question, glad she had saved herself from being too totally embarrassed about her little self photo.
It was later. Dori had finished up some stuff for one of her college English classes and a couple of stuff for some of her writing classes and was hungry. Her little kitchenette upstairs didn't really have that much so she was on her way down stairs, at the same time balancing the camera end of her phone so it was pointed straight down her shirt, hoping the angle was right to get a decent picture with decent lighting.
Sam had likewise felt like a little snack, or at least a glass of something cold to drink. He'd been out for a jog and figured it'd be easier to head for the main kitchen rather than the one in his and Kurt's suite. Plus the big one downstairs was likely better stacked, and he made a mental note that he'd have to run out for some groceries later on. Maybe he'd see if Adri needed to go on another run, he idly wondered. Thinking on that, he didn't notice Dori right away as she came down the stairs. When he did notice movement in that direction he looked up and saw her trying to take some kind of picture... of her shirt, or something? "Oh, hey there." It seemed odd but who knew with kids these days?
Dori stiffened and squeaked, dropping the phone which showed a rather clear picture of things she didn't normally flash before diving down to get it off the floor and snap it closed, "Hi! Uh... I wasn't doing anything!"
Sam looked down as the phone fell and was about to pick it up for her but Dori swooped in before he could get it. He did catch a glimpse of its display and he blinked as he did. Was that... oh man. No, no, he didn't want to know, thanks. "That's, that's good. Nothin' is alright sometimes, you know?" He straightened back up, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, uh. Is everything ok with you, Dori?"
"Oh yeah, everything is fine. Everything is really great and completely fine," she said, Monkey Joe making a flying jump which almost made her drop the phone again, but she managed to hold on to it, "I got to go to a college dance with Kyle," which seriously sounded kind of dorky but the whole thing made her feel entirely adult.
"Great. Fine!" Sam may have jumped a little when Monkey Joe did. It'd been awhile since he'd seen the pair and, well, he was a mite jumpy in general if what he'd just seen was what he'd thought he'd just seen. "Oh, hey now, that sounds like fun. So you and Kyle are... dancing? Or were dancing, yeah?" Maybe that was who that picture was for? Huh.
"Yeah, we were dancing. It was like a home coming thing," which had been awesome until he had decided to leave early to watch the damn baseball game, but she could forgive him. She was starting to realize that no one was perfect, even if she wanted to build them up to be, but Kyle was still an awesome guy. "It was great," she noted, flipping the phone open with the screen out of his view and pressing a couple buttons and then send and trying not to giggle insanely.
"Ahhh, those are always fun." He nodded, glad to hear that she'd had a great time. "Well, that's good, and Kyle's a nice guy, too." Sam still couldn't really think of him without thinking about hurting him, no matter how much time had passed or that Kyle had forgiven him. Watching her work on the phone, without seeing what she was doing or sending or course, Sam shook his head a little. "It still blows my mind how much you can do with a phone these days." And how fast kids could type on them with their thumbs and whatnot. Certainly a very different world from the one he'd grown up in, and he was only thirty, for pity's sake.
"Yeah, it's not as good as the phone I used to have," before her mom had sold it to buy food, but it had been her idea so she had been okay with that, "but it's still a really awesome phone. Wish the buttons were a bit bigger though," because typing numbers with claws was annoying to say the least.
Sam's was an older model, because it was what he was used to and he didn't need a new one. It did everything he wanted it to, at least, and he wasn't interested in all these new fangled apps or whatnot. "The buttons are always tiny on 'em, aren't they? Like they were made for, well, for your little friend there or somethin', heh." If her ever saw Monkey Joe walking around with a cell phone, though, that'd be it, time to call it a day and peace out. "So, how's school treatin' you?"
"It's going really well!" Doreen said perking up, "I thought I'd never be able to go to college you know? And now I'm going to college, and that's so awesome. I'm majoring in English, well, creative writing, but it's still pretty much English and I have to take a lot of literature too, which I don't mind as much as I used to."
He was glad to hear that, it was always nice to see former students moving on and continuing on with post secondary education. "That's fantastic, Dori, glad to hear it. And if there's anything I can do to help, just say the word. I know I only teach high school English but I can always give it a shot." History was more his speed but he'd be more than willing to help with whatever he could.
"I can always use more proof readers for my creative writing stuff," Dori said brightly, "And you know, honest opinions on stuff."
"Now that I can do." Sam grinned, stuff like that was right up his alley. "Of course, consider it done, just let me know anytime you have something you'd like me to review for you and I'll do it." That was the rewarding part of being a teacher to him, being able to help out students outside of your normal daily routine of scheduled classes, when you could anyway.
"Awesome. Oh, was there any of the expensive peanut butter left? I'm kinda hungry," she said, "That's why I came down here in the first place."
"There is, I think, I saw some there earlier. I was just here myself, grabbin' a drink after a run." He was currently dressed in sweats which, uh, probably weren't in the best condition from his jogging, so he really should go and grab a shower and change out of them. "Sorry for my appearance, only just got back before, you know." Before bumping into her and the whole awkward picture thing, which he'd almost forgotten until just then.
"No, that's totally okay," Dori said, "I mean, I kind of came out of nowhere and well, yeah."
Sam smiled at her and then nodded his head towards the stairs. "Alright, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go freshen up. It was good chattin' with you though, Dori, and I meant it, anything you want another set of eyes to read, lemme know."
"Yep, I will!" she said, heading for the peanut butter in question, glad she had saved herself from being too totally embarrassed about her little self photo.
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