"Heheh. That was actually pretty fun.."
Sam let her sister pick her up just as she was about to really get into beating him up. Unlike her sisters, Sam enjoyed fighting. She liked proving that despite all of her injuries and her stature that she could still kick some ass. If Lynn hadn't been there to pick Sam up off of the boy, Sam certainly would have left him a bruised bloody mess. At that point, it would have been more about the thrill of the fight than distracting from her sister's slip-up. And Lynn probably knew that, for it certainly wouldn't be the first time that had happened on their long year away from the lab. But as Lynn brought her back to the booth where her food sat, she was certainly pouting. She did not like being torn away from that kid and she did not like getting carried, either. It was as if that strength and image of power she had just won was stripped away by being carried to her seat like some child. She definitely made sure that her sister saw the upset look in her blue eyes.
With a defeated sigh, she leaned her back against the wall again and kicked her foot up as she turned to the food in front of her. "Whaaaatever." She mumbles as the kid runs out of the diner and she pops a french fry into her mouth. Fresh and warm food really was better than eating scraps or trash. And as she picked up that BLT sandwich and took a rather large bite from it, she looked like she was melting in ecstacy. She slumped further into a booth as her eyes seemed to roll up through her fluttering eyelids. The soft moans of delight were nothing short of euphoric either as she savored that first bite of fresh, warm, crispy bacon wedged between lettuce, tomato, and toasted white bread. To her, it was as if everything she had endured up to this point meant nothing because the pleasure that this sandwich brought washed away any pain or trouble as she ate it. "The gods themselves had to have made this sandwich... I'm in heaven." She muttered as she began stuffing her face with the sandwich, barely taking time to breathe between each.
With a defeated sigh, she leaned her back against the wall again and kicked her foot up as she turned to the food in front of her. "Whaaaatever." She mumbles as the kid runs out of the diner and she pops a french fry into her mouth. Fresh and warm food really was better than eating scraps or trash. And as she picked up that BLT sandwich and took a rather large bite from it, she looked like she was melting in ecstacy. She slumped further into a booth as her eyes seemed to roll up through her fluttering eyelids. The soft moans of delight were nothing short of euphoric either as she savored that first bite of fresh, warm, crispy bacon wedged between lettuce, tomato, and toasted white bread. To her, it was as if everything she had endured up to this point meant nothing because the pleasure that this sandwich brought washed away any pain or trouble as she ate it. "The gods themselves had to have made this sandwich... I'm in heaven." She muttered as she began stuffing her face with the sandwich, barely taking time to breathe between each.