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[thegoodeson]

You know how Sam sometimes comes in with that kicked puppy face, and the mun thinks it's adorable? Well, you're in luck, because now he's coming in with an adorably sleepy face. Also, pajama bottoms, because as much as he'd like to meet the people in charge here, he is not planning on breaking that particular rule. No shirt, though. He'd really

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[morethanprops]

He bumps into Moist who's on his way to a table in a tweed suit that's ragged around the edges and some glasses,

"Careful, I almost spilled my beer on you,"

As he speaks, Moist puts a hand out to stop Sam.

[thegoodeson]

Blurgh? Blurgh. He peers at Moist, blinks, and attempts to re-organize his route to the bar in such a way that it doesn't involve getting drenched by other people's drinks. "Sorry."

[morethanprops]

"Its fine, sit down and I'll get you some coffee,"

Moist tries to propel Sam into a nearby chair.

[thegoodeson]

He brightens up a little. "Sure."

CAFFEINE! Sam approves of this turn of events.

[a1enzo]

"Whoa, careful, dude."

The mun can't think of any interesting details to add to Enzo's being bumped into, but suspects that will not be a problem.

[thegoodeson]

He almost walked into a green kid.

Huh. "Sorry," he says, and then blinks. Maybe he's still asleep.

[a1enzo]

Enzo knows that look, with or without the added fatigue.

"Go ahead. Say it."

[thegoodeson]

"Are you related to Kermit?"

Yeah, he's not really awake yet.