hey brother [closed]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

WHO: Sam Wilson and Kurloz Makara
WHAT: setting some boundaries and ground rules
WHEN: back dated to some time after this
WHERE: Sam's apartment in the City of Tomorrow
NOTES/WARNINGS: none at the moment, will update as needed


Admittedly, inviting the kid to stay with him while he was in the City of Tomorrow was a little impulsive - all right, a lot impulsive - but Sam doesn't regret it. Kurloz is strange, sure, but his enthusiasm is pretty damn great to be around, and his rambling curiosity is endearing. There's moments when he almost reminds Sam of Riley, when he was really excited about something, but it's just different enough that it's a fondness instead of painful.

Still, though, if they're gonna be staying together for a bit, there's definitely some things that they need to hash out. Sam's a big proponent of communication.

"Hey, brother, you got a minute?"

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[thygospelevity]

The truth is, it's not the first time he's been plucked up from where he was by a strange adult and asked to live some place. Of course last time had been by another troll, not an angel, and he also remembers a lot more intrusive questions involved in his culling-- "Have you lived alone all your life? Were you orphaned? How have you managed alone? Why didn't you register for culling? Don't you realize you could've been a cozy home with a seadweller cull-parent by now? Don't you understand it's not right for a wriggler to be alone?" "Da is at sea. He was to return--"

Sam is okay to live with. He sleeps during the night which is weird, but makes sense for a creature of annihilation, even if Sam's a good one. He's often up during the day himself, the daymares keeping him up normally and the excitement and curiosity keeping him up now. He's gone back to his world of course, just quick to grab his recooperacoon, his makeup, his clothes, his nip- but he hasn't gotten much use out of the coon yet. A quick joint should make a fix of that, he thinks. A conversation, not so much, but he's up for that too.

He exhales and an impressive amount of smoke spills from behind his fangs and floats up above him where he lies on the couch, heeled feet hanging over the arm. "Mother fuck yes, brother, let us most righteously kick it in this fine hour of our Lord with due honoring for the Lady in meeting." He kicks his feet up and shifts until he's sitting upright.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Honestly, Sam's pretty easy to live with. There's still enough military in him that he likes to keep things clean and usually picks up after himself, but not enough that he's a stickler about it. After a couple of years in the Avengers compound, Sam's adjusted to living with other people enough to go with the flow. And he likes having someone else around, to fill the silence and to shove food off on when he feels like cooking.

He raises an eyebrow at the smoking, but doesn't quite comment on it yet, instead dropping down into the chair next to the couch, sprawling comfortably and letting one arm drape over the back.

"How're you liking it here so far, huh?"

[thygospelevity]

Fuck yes, his brother here is getting to a proper chill now. More chill even than him. He settles back into the opposing corner of the couch, leaning similar but not quite mirrored.

At least until Sam is asking him things like that and make him spring forth excitedly, joint in hand. "How miraculous is the world!" He proclaims to the ceiling. "What righteous wonders we have uncovered here unlike any other! On the day I arrived here my eyes became opened and, my brother, you have come as an ally not to be believed! This place could be deemed then only the illest of nests, and it shall be writ as gospel."

He gives a firm nod, then turns his smile downward, where it becomes older and softer at once. "My greatest longing in regards to such business would only be to bring all the carnival here, all my friends." Everyone.

He looks at Sam. "You have enjoyed it here also, yes?"