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[makesthings]

Sam has been working on Ellen's armor and forgetting to come inside and do other things, but he's almost finished the armor

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[doesntsaymuch]

Yeah, falling asleep in Milliways is a bad idea, Sameth. You get weirdos with a habit of trouble and matchboxes containing crickets stuffed in their pockets.

*churrip, churrip, churrip* goes the cricket.

It's really loud. Like, the match box with the cricket was secretly tucked into the cushion by your head, loud.

*churrip, churrip, CHURRIP*

Teller? Oh, no. He didn't do anything. Why on Earth would you think that?

[makesthings]

Sameth tries to bat away the sound, which doesn't work and soon there's a loose cricket and Sam's pillow is on the floor as he mutters,

"Go away, Ellie, I'm asleep."

[doesntsaymuch]

Oh, well then. If Sameth wants loose crickets, then loose crickets he shall have.

There are now six of them hopping around, making horrible cricket noises.

Teller doesn't appear to notice. He's got his nose deep in an old paperback.

[makesthings]

There's at least one less cricket when Sameth rolls off the couch and onto one and wakes when he feels the death,

"What was that?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller looks up, feigning a sort of startled bemusement, and simply shrugs. Apparently he hasn't noticed all the crickets.

[makesthings]

Sam tries to get most of them off of him and stretches before sitting down again,

"Where did they all come from?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Another shrug. He's so aloof right now that it may come back round again to suspicious. Or maybe he's just coming off as his own mad self. Who can tell?

[makesthings]

"Right, um, are they dangerous if they're just hopping around?"

Crickets are out of his experience other than things that are out in the dark when he's gone camping.

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller briefly considers the intelligence of lying, but he has a feeling that telling someone, in his own way, that crickets will swallow your soul or something would not go over well.

So he just shakes his head. After a slight pause, during which he considered the above, however.

[makesthings]

"Oh good. How are you doing, Teller?"

The crickets seem happy enough with their freedom and start to explore the Bar as Sam yawns and looks for a rat.

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller gives him a light shrug and nods. He looks well, at any rate. Much better than he did that last time he was skulking around Milliways. That is to say, he still looks exhausted and mildly hungover, but he doesn't quite seem like he's about to jump out of his own skin.

[makesthings]

A lot has happened to Sam since he last saw Teller so he smiles,

"That's good. It must be nice to not have a lot to worry about."

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller almost giggles at that. Apparently something Sameth said was funny.

[makesthings]

Sam's not sure what to make of the giggle and looks at a rat who's come by, trying to figure out if he should eat or go back to sleep.

[doesntsaymuch]

Well, you know. Turning into a ravenous, blood-thirsty murderous wolf once a month isn't something that most people have to worry about.

Teller nods at the rat, and when it squeaks at him, he nods again.

[makesthings]

Teller doesn't have to save the world, "A spiced wine and some bread and cheese."