[ * he follows the movement of the man's hand, remaining silent at first. it takes him just a few seconds to return the handshake. ]
john constantine is a name that's, well... distinctive.
[ * tilts head. ] that old? well... i think writers of the past were well-versed in social and religious criticism... [ * pauses. he even takes a little while to respond. ] โsamโ.
i don't know if it's such a good thing that they โalready know you very well.โ [ * he mutters, watching the small commotion begin to form. ]
in theory, you got hurt because of me. so that would be the least i could do. but if you insist you don't need it...
( she takes the plushie for herself as soon as he's done. ) ah, they already know me very well. this is nothing. ( a mischievous smile appears briefly, and just as quickly it disappears. ) i don't need your help, i can take care of myself.
[ * it wasn't part of his plan to have to avoid the police today... the plushie had simply fallen foward and was on the floor. he kicks the shark plushie... ]
thank you...??? [ * he had already taken a few steps back. ] +
there. i broke it for you. ( she looks at him, confused by the lack of action. ) wha? ( and then looks at her hand bleeding. ) eh, it's fine. you better hurry though, police will probably get here soon.
[ * the sound of breaking glass causes him to instinctively flinch, his hands covering his ears. ]
what the... [ * ...slowly pulling himself together, though he still seems agitated. ] ...??? why did youโ [ * look at her hand. ]
so think less. ( crosses her arms, looking bored. ) you're making this way too difficult, you should justโ ( and she punches the glass without hesitation. ) there.
๐พpon accessing another reality, sam took the place of his counterpart, who is ๐๐๐๐ in that universe. although he tries to live like an ordinary teenager, his sense of justice and curiosity prevent him from leading an ordinary life.