~Samuel J. Livingston~
Samuel was unfazed by the sourness in The Devil's words, as well as the hatred that blatantly emitted from the Italian's eyes. He knew that the kid would fight back; it was simply second nature for a person such as him. He was slightly irritated, but he tried to stay on the positive side of things.
Before he could respond, though, the Italian boy finished off a pretty nasty insult, gave Samuel a glare, and slammed the door in his face. Well, that was rude ... it can't be helped, though.
Finding nothing better to do, he started walking away back towards his own room before realizing that he had completely failed at what he wanted to do. However, Sherry's rude comment will probably get her thrown out as well. If that's the case, then I haven't completely failed yet.
Halfway between The Devil's room and his own, he leaned up against a wall, crossing his arms and planting one foot square on the wall, while the other was flat on the ground with his entire leg extended. Samuel closed his eyes, waiting for when the girl left the room.
Before he could respond, though, the Italian boy finished off a pretty nasty insult, gave Samuel a glare, and slammed the door in his face. Well, that was rude ... it can't be helped, though.
Finding nothing better to do, he started walking away back towards his own room before realizing that he had completely failed at what he wanted to do. However, Sherry's rude comment will probably get her thrown out as well. If that's the case, then I haven't completely failed yet.
Halfway between The Devil's room and his own, he leaned up against a wall, crossing his arms and planting one foot square on the wall, while the other was flat on the ground with his entire leg extended. Samuel closed his eyes, waiting for when the girl left the room.