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pixelatedfarmhouse · 6 years ago

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WIP Stardew AU

So, I’m in the middle of transferring all my word docs to google drive, as I lost access to MS Word after reinstalling my OS to fix a network issue. My regular Sambastian series is all good and safe (and my last chapter of STTA is done!), but I’ve also been moving my revisions/bonus scraps/other side projects, and I found this AU I’d been working on that I thought I could share a snippet of here.

My main jam when I’m not writing gay Stardew boys is writing paranormal creatures trying to live mundane, human lives, and after watching What We Do in the Shadows (an excellent film), I was inspired to write this au fic of Abby, Seb, and Sam trying to room together as different supernaturals. Obviously, it’s also a Sam/Sebastian love story.

I’m not currently planning on finishing/publishing this to ao3/ffn, but if it’s something anyone would actually be interested in reading more of, please let me know. I’d honestly be more likely to make an effort to finish it if I knew there was some actual interest in it.

I think that’s enough rambling, so please enjoy the one rough, but completed chapter I have under the cut!

The sound of a bottle hitting tiled floor wakes Sebastian up. He’s dressed and out of bed in seconds, sneaking towards the kitchen in the pitch black darkness of his tiny apartment. Turning on a light will give away that he’s home and besides, it’s not like he needs it – he has excellent night vision.

There’s definitely someone sitting in his kitchen, and Sebastian arms himself with the first object in reach – a frying pan.

“Hey, Seb,” the figure greets him, before he can creep any closer.

The kitchen is illuminated by a sudden burst of blue light, and Sebastian hisses, shielding his face with the frying pan.

“Nice weapon,” the voice continues. “What does a vampire need a frying pan for, anyways?”

He lowers the pan, and the blue glow lighting up his kitchen has dimmed considerably. Sebastian blinks, letting his eyes adjust, then frowns as he realizes who the purple-haired figure sitting at his kitchen table is.

“Get out.”

The woman pouts at him. “Don’t you remember me, Sebby?”

He does remember her, actually. They’d been… friends? Almost sixty years ago. Not particularly close friends – they’d mostly just had class together, but Abigail was pretty much the only kid who seemed to tolerate him. The last time he’d seen her (well, up until recently) she’d been twenty, and in town to visit her family on spring break. Fifty years passed, and then, four months ago, he’d run into her again, looking like she hadn’t aged a day since. Literally.

The purple hair was new, though.

“I know you do,” Abigail continues, because he’s yet to answer her. “You looked away as soon as we made eye contact. Obviously you were trying to avoid me – which is pretty hurtful, by the way, because I was super stoked to run into you again.”

“Really?” Sebastian asks. “Because most people tend to start running in the other direction once they figure out what I am.”

Abigail rolls her eyes. “Please, don’t go all Twilight on me; I think I might actually throw up.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot people love vampires. That’s why my family hasn’t spoken to me in years, right? Because they’re so proud of me.”

“Boohoo,” Abigail says, looking entirely unsympathetic, “mine are all dead.” She shrugs. “The life of being immortal, right?”

Sebastian sighs, and joins her at the kitchen table. “So are you going to tell me how the hell you achieved immortality? Obviously you’re not a vampire, since you entered without permission.”

“Well, at least you’re observant enough to pick up on that.” Abigail smirks at him. “Seriously? You’re not even going to question why your kitchen is glowing blue? You’re not at all concerned about that? I mean, I guess when you’re a seventy year old vampire you’ve seen some shit, but still…”

He frowns, first studying the glowing balls of blue light that are illuminating his kitchen, then the runes running up Abigail’s bare arms. “You’re a witch?” he guesses.

Abigail nods enthusiastically. “I took a few college courses on witchcraft… which led to me dropping out of college to start practicing witchcraft. I’m self-taught,” she boasts, smiling at him. There’s a pause, and then she continues, “This is nice, isn’t it? Catching up together? What about you, Sebby, what’s it like being a vampire?”

“How’d you even figure out I was a vampire?” Sebastian asks, ignoring her question. “There’s no way you could have guessed that from the five seconds of eye contact we made.”

“I might have done a little sleuthing,” Abigail admits.

“You mean stalking. You’ve been stalking me,” he clarifies. “What the fuck, Abby?”

She furrows her brow. “Look, it wasn’t hard to figure out something was up. I recognized you, you recognized me, and neither of us look like the seventy year olds we’re supposed to be. So, I did a little research. Followed you around for a while, to make sure I was right. Realized that you’re probably as lonely as I am, and I thought hey, maybe I should reach out.” She leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re a pretty hard guy to get a hold of, so things got a little illegal there. I’m not here to cause trouble, okay? I just wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, you must be pretty lonely if you went through all that trouble just to talk,” Sebastian agrees, the corners of his mouth turning up into a tiny smirk.

“Shut up, idiot; I’m bored of being by myself for all eternity,” Abigail says, absently kicking at one of the table legs. “Let’s be friends again – we could room together! I’ve got this nice little cottage outside of town, very remote.”

“No thanks.”

Abigail raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because your apartment is a shithole.”

“Wow, that definitely changes my mind, thanks. Is this how you talked to all your friends? I’m not surprised I’m your only one.”

“Fuck off,” she says, grinning at him. “You don’t even try. I’m pretty sure being an asshole is your full time job… do you have a job, by the way? If you’re moving in to my place you bet your ass I’m gonna charge you rent.”

“I program,” he replies. “Gotta keep up with the times, you know?”

“Right, I can see that,” Abigail agrees. “Is that why you’re dressed like you just bought out a Hot Topic, or is it because you can’t see your reflection?”

“Have you seen what you’re wearing?” Sebastian fires back. “What’s your excuse?”

Abigail gives him a glare, and then looks down at her dress – lacy black, with a purple corset. “What? I look cute as fuck in this. Unlike you. Your eye makeup is smudged, by the way.”

“I just woke up,” he argues, “because somebody broke into my house.”

“You sleep fully clothed?”

“No, I just didn’t think fighting an intruder butt-fucking-naked was a good plan.”

Abigail shrugs. “I don’t know, I feel like that would give you the element of surprise. Who’d expect to stumble in on an angry, naked vampire? It’d probably confuse them long enough for you to go in for the kill.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the next time you show up.”

“Well, it’s actually the last time I’ll be showing up, because you’re moving in with me,” Abigail replies. “I was serious about that offer; this place is a dump, and I’m lonely as fuck. Dealing with your grumpy ass for the rest of eternity is better than having no one at all.”

Sebastian hesitates. “I’m not interested in a... romantic thing. If that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Sebby,” Abigail says, looking amused, “I followed you around for four months… I’ve noticed that you prefer men. Also? You’re not my type. Gross.”

He relaxes, relieved to hear that she’s not interested in anything more than friendship. “So, theoretically, if I were to move in, how would that work?” Sebastian asks, pulling at the drawstrings on his hoodie. “I’d need to be close enough to civilization that I could still feed.”

“I’m out in cottage country, sort of? You know the Stardew Valley area? It’s not as big as the city, but it’s a popular vacation area. Lots of tourists in the summer, and a reasonable amount in the winter. I don’t know how much blood you need to feed, exactly, but I imagine it’d be easier to drain a few people with the help of magic.”

“So you’re cool with maiming and the occasional killing?” Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, what are friends for?” Abigail grins. “Good friends will lie about a body, but best friends will help you exsanguinate and bury it, right?” She leans forward, propping her arms on the table. “Anyways, I’ll let you have the basement. It’s pretty big, actually; lots of room for you to sulk around and do your dark bidding. No windows, either, so you don’t have to be cooped up in your coffin all day.”

Sebastian scowls. “I don’t sleep in a fucking coffin.”

“We’ll find you one anyways,” Abigail promises. “It’ll fit in nicely with your aesthetic.”

Sebastian sighs, glancing over at the time on the stove. It’s seven in the evening – has Abigail eaten yet? Should he offer her something? He feels like he should, even if she did break and enter. “Do you want something to eat? I think it’s pretty clear you’re not going to leave me alone for the rest of the night... or the rest of eternity.”

“Oh, do you have food here?” Abigail perks up. “I thought about poking through your fridge while I was waiting, but I didn’t want to disappoint myself if it was full of blood jars, or whatever you keep.”

“Well yes, I generally like to feed my food before they feed me… and I keep it in bottles, thanks, that’s way classier.”

“Really? Because that’s frat boy aesthetic. I keep my blood samples in jam jars.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What do you need blood samples for? You entertain a lot of vampires or something?” Sebastian smirks. “Or do you like to draw little blood circles around your luigi board while you chant?”

“It’s called an ouija board. And there’s no chanting involved, dumbass.”

“Right,” Sebastian says, as he stands up to rummage through his fridge. “Your quiche board. Got it.”

“Idiot,” Abigail mutters, though it sounds oddly affectionate. “Hey, wash that frying pan before you use it – I don’t know where it’s been, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what you do with that.”

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chefbastian · 7 years ago

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Dinner Date || Sambastian

WHO: Sam Evans & Sebastian Smythe WHERE: The Student Restaurant Annex and Sebastian’s room WHEN: 11/18/17 WHAT: Sam and Sebastian go on date and do some headcanon-ed smooching afterward. WARNING: Language, frank discussion of sexuality

Sebastian had told Sam to meet him at the most expensive of the culinary, on-campus restaurants. Maybe he wanted to show off, or maybe he wanted to do his best to talk the gorgeous blonde into bed... or maybe it'd just been a long damn time since he'd been on a real date. He waited outside of the restaurant so they could go in together, fiddling with his hem of his poncho. Sebastian was above being nervous. He didn't do nervous, leastwise for dates. With hot strangers. Right? He cleared his throat, waiting patiently.

Sam was running late. He could've gotten their faster on four legs, but then he wouldn't have any clothes and he was pretty sure the restaurant wouldn't let him in whether they were used to supers or not. So instead he just hurried as quickly as he could. He spotted Sebastian waiting outside the restaurant and quickly noticed the large wings that were sticking out the bottom of the poncho he was wearing. Even if Sam couldn't see all of them, they definitely looked awesome. "Hey!" he greeted, slightly out of breath. "I hope I'm not late. I was at the pool and I tend to lose track of time."

Sebastian grinned as Sam approached, shaking his head as he started to apologize. "No, don't worry about it." He was impeccable on time, as always, but it seemed easy enough to forgive a bit of a delay. It wasn't as if Sam had left him waiting for hours. "I hope you're time at the pool helped you work up an appetite. I've heard this place serves marvelous food, and with quite the view, too." He opened the door, putting a hand on the small of Sam's back to guide him inside. With a polite greeting for the maître d', Sebastian collected on their reservations and they were led over to a secluded booth with a breathtaking view of the water. "So, how was your day?" he asked casually as they sat down.

Sam had to admit he was just a little bit in awe. He could probably never afford to eat here on his own. His eyes were drawn out to the view from where they were sitting. He could never get tired of looking out at the water. Remembering not to be rude though, he turned back to Sebastian with a smile. "Oh, good. I did some yoga this morning with my roommate, spent the afternoon at the pool getting some laps in. And it definitely worked up an appetite," he confirmed. "How 'bout you?"

Sebastian reached for his glass of water, sipping it as Sam stared out at the view. He'd always thought yoga looked enjoyable, but he simply didn't have the core strength to fight his wings for balance for extended periods of time. "That sounds cool," he said with a smile, shrugging a bit. "I did a few laps around the island this morning, took a nap, baked a batch of scones... nothing particularly exhilarating." Trailing his fingertip around the edge of his water glass, Sebastian said, "So... tell me about you. What more is there to know aside from that gorgeous mouth and the wonderful sense of humor?"

"Running laps or...?" Sam paused and twirled his finger around up in the air with a curious expression on his face. "Cause I'd love to fly with you sometime. And scones sound very exciting to me," he laughed. He felt his face flush at Sebastian's compliments and he looked down at his hands for a moment. "Well, I'm from Tennessee. I've got two little sibs. They're twelve and twins and slightly crazy, but I miss them a lot already. I'm a zoology major. I'm on the swim team. And I don't know as much about food as you do, but I love to eat it."

Smirking, Sebastian said, "I don't do much running." He'd never really flown with anyone and was honestly unsure if he had the capability to do so. "I don't know that I'd be able to carry you and safely not drop you, honestly," he said with a chuckle. "What are their names?" he asked, tilting his head to listen as Sam spoke. "You don't have to know a lot about it to enjoy it," he grinned. "Like most things, it's okay to have an untrained eye. Perhaps. if tonight goes well, I'll cook you dinner sometime." For Sebastian, cooking someone dinner was far more intimate, which was why he suggested the restaurant this evening.(edited)

Sam's brows drew together for a moment until he realized his mistake. "Oh, no. I meant like both of us flying. Beside each other. I would be a bird though, so we couldn't really talk much," he admitted with a shrug. "Stevie and Stacy. My parents like the letter S. Don't ask me why. I guess we're all super Ss." He chuckled softly. "True. And I'm guessing you don't know much about langurs, so I guess we've all got our things. But I think I'd definitely like that."

Sebastian sat up a bit straighter, leaning forward on the table. "Super of Fromian?" he asked curiously, and added, "and your power is that you turn into a bird? Does it hurt becoming so small? Or are you a big bird?" Unable to help himself, he snorted softly. All S's? It seemed rather quaint. "What the fuck is a langurs?" he asked, taking another sip. "I tend to ask a fair amount of questions, so I'm going to apologize ahead of time. I enjoy learning about people. And about topics I'm not familiar with."

Sam couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Sorry, I was picturing myself as Big Bird," he said with a shake of his head. "Super though. And not just birds, any animal. And no, it doesn't hurt becoming small. Everything just... becomes what it needs to become. I have lost my clothes a few times though." He shrugged, being used to the whole thing by now. He chuckled again at Sebastian's question. "A langur is a species of monkey. And it's no problem. Can I ask you a question?"

Shaking his head, Sebastian chuckled. "That was poor phrasing on my part," he admitted. He raised his eyebrows, a playful smile toying at the corners of his lips. "Well, losing your clothes certainly doesn't sound like the worst thing that could happen. But that sounds interesting... shocking that it doesn't cause discomfort, but interesting all the same. "Monkeys?" he repeated. "Hm." Sebastian felt a pang-- a gentle, almost unnoticeable pang-- of nervousness at Sam's proposal of a question. "Absolutely. I'm an open book."

Sam felt his cheeks heat up once again, something Sebastian seemed pretty good at causing. "Yeah, I could guess you wouldn't actually mind that much. When you're running on a low budget, it can get annoying having to buy new clothes so much though," he explained. "Yeah, monkeys. They have super cute orange babies. I'm still practicing shifting into a monkey, but I think it'll be really fun." He bit on his lip for a moment while he considered how to word his question. "Do you ever-- ever feel like people care more about your wings and your powers than like... about getting to know you?"

Sebastian grinned, shaking his head. "No, I certainly wouldn't." The smile fell slightly as Sam explained why such circumstances would be inconvenient, but Sebastian chose not to dwell on it for now. "Well, anytime you end up naked, feel free to call. I'll come get you... and if you're luck, I'll bring clothes." He winked playfully. He tried to picture Sam in the middle-phases of shifting, but was torn from his thoughts at the very... deep question. "I..." he started, but faltered. How was he supposed to respond to that. "To be frank, I rarely let people get to know me. Life is far easier when you don't have personal entanglements. But here, now, I'm working on turning over a new leaf, if you will. Waldron is a fresh start for me in every way... including that one." Sebastian shook his head, chuckling a bit in spite of himself. "But I digress. The answer to your questions is yes. Absolutely. I'm essentially a fanfare to people, more often than not. Why do you ask?"

Sam chuckled and shook his head with affection. "I'll remember that," he teased as he glanced over the menu. He met Sebastian's eyes as he spoke though, nodding slowly. He couldn't say he completely understand. His relationships with people were pretty much the important thing in his life, but he knew not everyone had a family like his. "Well, it's cool that you're trying. I like to think I make a pretty decent friend," he offered. He sighed as he thought about his words again. "Well... from what I can see you've got really beautiful wings and I imagine they get a lot of attention. But I figure you've got a lot of other beautiful parts to you too. And I don't just mean your ass, although I'm sure that's great," he said with a smirk. "But back home everyone just knew who I was. And sometimes I was a dog and they petted me and sometimes I was Sam and they talked to me. But ever since I got here, people just wanna know all about my powers. Which is fine, I guess. But I'm pretty cool too. Just Sam."

Taking a long drink of the ice water in front of him, Sebastian smirked. He wasn't quite sure how 'cool' it was, but at least Sam seemed to think so. "I'll bet you do," he said nodding. He cleared his throat as Sam spoke, shifting in his chair and ducking his head. The heat on his cheeks was... unusual. And weird. And since when the hell did he let pretty blondes make him blush and fucking flatter him? He was, quite apparently, off his game. But who the hell just tossed around the word beautiful like that? He couldn't help but chuckle at the comment about his ass, glancing out the window to avoid meeting Sam's gaze. "Have you ever been in an environment before where you're surrounded completely by..." he paused. Well, there were Baselines now, but the point still stood. "What I'm saying is that this environment is different than most. I think, in good time, people won't even remember you shift. They'll just be interested in who you are as Sam. Not as... anything else."

Sam nodded slowly as he considered this explanation. "True. I mean, pretty much everyone in our town knew our family and kinda just accepted us for who we were," he said with a shrug. "This is a lot of new people. I hope so though. Powers are cool, but I like learning about people." Maybe he was being naive or sappy or something, but it wasn't going to change who he was. He rested his chin on his hand where he was leaning on the table and stared at the menu. "You probably know what's better to order than I do. There's not much I won't eat though."

“I get that,” Sebastian said, nodding. “Just keep in mind that here, everyone is at this university because of the fact that they have some kind of talent or ability. So people are going to want to know what it is about you that got you here.” Reaching over, he gave Sam’s hand a brief squeeze. “I’m not excusing that bullshit, I’m just saying... patience.” He sat up straighter, unsure why he’d felt the need to be any brand of affectionate. “You want me to order for you?” he offered with a flirty waggle of his eyebrows.

"Makes sense, I guess," Sam agreed after some consideration. "I am really glad I was able to come here. Didn't have the grades or money, so at least I can turn into a dog whenever I want." He laughed softly and set his menu down, watching as Sebastian's hand touched his. "Sure. Why not? I trust you. Not sure if I should," he admitted with a grin. "But I do."

Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. “I’m not terribly good at the lines between ‘personal’ and ‘too personal,’ so you don’t have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable, but how are you here, then? Scholarships?” He laughed softly as he saw the waiter heading over, adding a quick, “You probably shouldn’t trust me,” before greeting the man pleasantly and ordering an appetizer of gourgeres. He assumed Sam would enjoy a nice French cheese puff. “So what is it about me that you find trustable?” He asked with a smile.

Sam just nodded in response at first. "My grades aren't top notch, but they're not trash either. Good enough to qualify for stuff. Plus I've got dyslexia, and they've actually got a lotta scholarships for that specifically, so between that and my family's low income, I got a lotta help," he explained. He leaned forward on the table again and looked in Sebastian's eyes. "Well, food wise, being a culinary student probably puts you ahead of me automatically. In general... I don't know. Just a feeling."

Interestingly enough, Sebastian wholly assumed Sam was incredibly intelligent. He at least came off as such. “I’m excellent at studying if you ever need a buddy... truthfully, I don’t know a lot about dyslexia, but I’m sure there are study tips to make it... well, not easier. But you know.” Sebastian rarely thought about how lucky he was, financially speaking, and he was grateful for the reminder. “Ahead of you when it comes to food knowledge? Possibly. I’m not sure why you’re willing to give me automatic trust, but I’ll do my best not to fuck it up, should this go anywhere.” He gave Sam a genuine smile.

Sam's smile appeared easily. He'd been a little nervous to come to a school with so many talented people. He knew he had his own talents, but he also knew how mean people could be if they wanted to. So it was refreshing to him that he hadn't experienced a lot of that since coming here. "That'd be awesome, yeah. I do a lot better if I study with someone cause talking about stuff and hearing it makes it stick a lot better than just reading it. My roommate's in my stats class and this guy Roderick agreed to be my bio lab partner, so that's cool. I'm not sure how composition's gonna go," he admitted with a shrug. He'd work to do his best like he did with everything else. "Like I said, I'm not sure either. I just feel like I should. Maybe it's the pup instincts. Good at reading people." He winked at Sebastian playfully from across the table.

As the waiter brought over their hors d'oeuvre dish, Sebastian thanked him softly and said, "these are essentially just French cheese puffs," before popping one into his mouth. "I've talked to Roderick a bit. He seems pretty cool. And all the freshmen are in the same Comp class, so if you need any help, it shouldn't be hard to find. And, according to the syllabus my prof handed out, there's a writing center for people who need a little extra hand. But," he said with a playful grin, "I also happen to know a handsome student who happens to breeze through his writing courses." He couldn't imagine why Sam felt the need to try and trust him, but he certainly wouldn't complain.(edited)

"I love cheese. And I like puffs," Sam declared before nabbing one for himself. "Don't know much about French food, but A+ on these." He gave Sebastian a thumbs up as he sipped at his water. "You know anything about Tennessee barbecue?" He considered that, figuring it should be easy to find someone to help him out if he needed it. His lips curled up at Sebastian's offering though. "And would this handsome student actually help me study or try to get me naked?"

Sebastian smiled triumphantly. He was glad he made the right choice and happy that Sam was enjoying the gourgeres. "Tennessee barbecue? Not particularly. Most of my culinary knowledge rests in French cuisine because that's what I've been trained in, but I'm sure I'll learn eventually. And I could make a point of learning sooner, if it's something you'd enjoy." He reached out, taking Sam's hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. "He'd certainly want to assist your pursuit of knowledge. Though, if you were interested, he'd also want to assist you with your pursuit of nudity."

Sam might have actually moaned a little at the memory of his father's barbecue. "It's the taste of home. Nothing quite like it," he answered proudly. "But, like I said, I really like trying new stuff too and these delicious." He popped another one in his mouth before his hand was taken across the table. He felt his cheeks flush yet again, but he was smiling all the same. "I think I might just be interested."

"Well, I'll add it to my to-do list then." He watched Sam carefully, a grin slowly spreading across his face when Sam mentioned being interested. He released his hand, taking a sip of water and then leaning forward on his elbows. "May I be incredibly honest with you about something?" he asked with a flirtatious smile. "Though, I want it to be clear that I'm interested in far more than just having sex with you."

Sam was actually having a really great time. He didn't really get to go on many dates like this and definitely never with a guy so flirty. Plus he was genuinely enjoying the conversation. "Of course. I'm all for honesty," he told him, still moving his fingertips over Sebastian's hand. "Thanks though. That's nice to hear."

Smiling, Sebastian said, "Good. Because I prefer to be honest." He paused as the waiter came over again, checking on the appetizer and asking if they'd chosen entrées. Sebastian ordered them each a dish of pot-au-feu and baguette and, once the waiter walked away, focused back on Sam. "It's a very hearty beef stew. I think you'll enjoy it." Taking another drink of water, Sebastian met Sam's eyes. "After dinner, I'd really like to watch a movie, like I mentioned when we made the date. But I'd like to spend at least half of that movie making out with you, if that's something you'd be interested in, as well."

"Sounds like my kinda food," Sam chuckled. He had a feeling it wouldn't be quite like his mother made, but he was enjoying his new food experiences so far. His eyes lit up slightly as he listened to Sebastian speak and he looked back out at the water momentarily, mostly so he wouldn't sputter like an idiot. He licked his lips and met Sebastian's gaze again, giving him a little nod. "I think that sounds like a pretty awesome way to spend the evening."

"I thought it might," Sebastian said honestly with a grin. "I've learned that it's best to ease people into French cuisine instead of dropping it on them like a ton of bricks." He watched with interest as Sam looked out to the sunset and found himself fiddling with the edge of his napkin. He was eager, but perhaps a bit nervous, as he waited for the answer. But as Sam spoke, he realized he was nervous about nothing. "Well, i'm glad we're in agreement, then," he smiled.

"Yeah, I'm not sure I'm ready for snails yet. To eat, I mean. I'm pretty sure French people do that. I've definitely been a snail before though," he added with a soft laugh. He narrowed his eyes curiously though the smile still remained. "Did you think I was gonna say no?" he asked, honestly wondering just what was going on in Sebastian's mind right now. He was much different than anyone back home, but he liked that about him.

Sebastian laughed softly. “Escargot tastes unfortunately quite delicious, but I find myself unable to get around the concept of eating a snail long enough to enjoy it.” He took a moment to think about his answer before he spoke. If he was truly working on himself as he’d been saying, he should give an honest answer, shouldn’t he? “Well,” Sebastian started slowly. “I don’t usually date, so I’m generally unsure of what to expect.”

Sam's face scrunched up because he just couldn't imagine that tasting anywhere close to good. "Don't think I could do it," he decided. He nodded slowly at Sebastian's answer. At least it seemed to be an honest one and not just some smart remark. "I guess it probably depends on who you're on the date with. But I like movies and I like making out and... I like you. So it sounds good to me."

"I'll bet you could," he said with a smile. "It's shockingly delicious. Just... nasty when you think about where the deliciousness is coming from." Before he could reply, their waiter returned and set their soup and bread in front of them and Sebastian thanked him pleasantly. "This would really pair well with a nice red," he said, "but the goddamn drinking laws here keep fucking me over." Chuckling, Sebastian said, "Well good. I happen to be enjoying our time immensely. I think the movie will be just as fun." He winked before starting in on his pot-au-feu.

"I mean, if I was dared to eat a snail... I'd eat a snail," Sam clarified, looking Sebastian in the eye for emphasis. "I've probably eaten some animals most people don't eat regularly anyway since most of our meat was what Dad and I caught." He smiled with anticipation as the food as set in front of him, suddenly aware of how hungry he was. "Your life must be very hard without wine," he teased with a grin. "Besides, water's good for you. And I'm enjoying our time a lot too."

Sebastian wrinkled his nose, but said nothing. The concept of personally hurting animals was beyond him entirely, but he didn't mind eating them if they were already dead. Smirking, he rolled his eyes. "There are certain meals that should always be consumed with wine, Sam. I have so much to teach you." He did take another drink of his water, though, before adding, "And wine is good for your body. Ask any health professional."

Sam didn't miss the look on Sebastian's face, but it wasn't exactly the first time he'd seen it before. "You can judge if you want, but when you're living on food stamps you're a little more willing to do what it takes to feed growing kids," he insisted, not angry, but still making his point. His smile returned though and he shook his head curiously. "It is, but it's not always good for a still developing brain. I say as a guy who's drunk plenty of beer," he added with a laugh.

Instantly, he felt guilty. He hadn't meant to... well, to do anything. And yet he'd managed to put his entire foot right in his mouth. Sebastian huffed, sighing. "I..." god, there were few things he hated as much as apologizing and implying that he was wrong. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I wasn't judging the... monetary part of it. I just personally don't understand being able to kill animals. I've always thought it was pretty barbaric. But that's not a reflection on you." He tried to smile, giving a small nod. "My brain's obviously been fine thus far, I'd say."

Sam quirked his mouth to the side and nodded in understanding. "It's okay. I get that. I mean... imagine having to kill animals after you've learned how to... become them," he pointed out. "It feels pretty weird. But you gotta push past that stuff sometimes to take care of your family." He reached across the table and laid his hand over Sebastian's. "It's really okay though. Don't twist yourself up."

"I can't even begin to," he said honestly, sighing. Sebastian had been lucky enough to never be forced to take care of his family. They were delightfully self sufficient and he spent his time as far away from them as possible. When Sam touched his hand, he found himself smiling a bit, biting his lip. God, even he sucked ass at this whole 'dating' thing? Sam was really fucking good at it. "What's your family like?" he asked.

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