three. ♠

[zombie_pen]

[he's stumbling about in a giant plaid shirt. obviously eight-year-old Sammy doesn't have anywhere near the same stature as his 24-year-old self. the shirt drags on the floor and the sleeves are hiding his hands. he's clinging to a book, looking around in confusion]Dad's going to be so mad. He told me not to leave, but I wanted a new book... Dean's

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[trancheuse]

[Points at.]

You're the first one so far who hasn't been naked!

[zombie_pen]

[ah, a girl! awkward. he's such a disaster around girls. so he's staring]

...huh?

[trancheuse]

Oh, hey! I know you!

You're on the same floor as me, ha ha ha ha!
Not any more though. I'm exploring.

[Thinks about that . . . ]
And you're not invited.

[zombie_pen]

You know me?

... but I don't know you. Who are you?

[pouts at that]

Fine. I don't want to come with you anyway! Stupid girl.

[redpaperfan]

...Sam, right?

[zombie_pen]

[blinks up at the hologram]

Yeah... who wants to know?

[redpaperfan]

Sasuke. A fellow passenger.

[zombie_pen]

I see.

Where are we going if we're passengers?

[nopushover]

What's a video game?

[not that he ever was given them, he was so used to playing outside]

[zombie_pen]

You've never played one? They're fun!

[nopushover]

Is it like playing hop scotch or sparring?

[zombie_pen]

Kinda. But they're electronic, like TV.

[conniving_flame]

You have a home too? [this has been bugging Axel a lot. Why do all the other kids get homes but he doesn't?]

[zombie_pen]

... if you consider a hotel room a home.

[curious look]

You didn't have a home?