"Excuse me if I didn't wanna risk catching your roomie with his pants down." Despite the witty repartee, she headed further into the room looking around and scoping it out. It, like the rest of the halls, had all the same bits and bobs that hers did. Not all that surprising, considering it was the point, but she wanted to check it out anyway. Good measure and all, you know? She shut the door behind her, looking immediately at home as she seated herself on the edge of what she assumed to be Sam's desk -- after all, wouldn't make much sense for him to be laying out all that firepower on his roommate's side. He wasn't Ruby.
When he offered her the knife, she looked down at the butcher's knife in her hand. Yeah, real hard decision. She set it aside on the desk and reached out to take the familiar handle of her own knife. A little piece of home. Not that demons had a real particular sense of nostalgia, but considering the tricks she'd had to pull off to get her hands on this baby, she wasn't taking for granted the fact that she had it around again. It was the little things, truly.
"You spoil me," she quipped, taking it from him and turning the blade over in her hands, inspecting the unique curvature for any kind of indicator that it'd suffered from misuse in their time at the institute. But, the handle wasn't much more abused than it had been from the symbols she'd carved into the wood herself, and the blade was pristine. "Kinda morbid for a birthday present." Kind of a morbid joke on her part, as well, but she couldn't help but remember who'd gotten impaled on it.
Or maybe at this point it was remembering that she didn't remember. Whichever. Her eyes flickered up towards him and she raised a questioning brow slowly, lips tugging out of the smirk they'd pursed to form and into something more analytical.
"You gonna share with the class how you got it outta Landel's own personal impound?" Or why you spent breakfast with a goddamn angel? Sam hadn't met the guy, right? He didn't even know Dean was gonna spring back, so what was he doing slumming it with a guy who reeked of Grace and self-righteous divinity? Not the company she liked to see him hanging around, but also, unfortunately, not the kind of question she could rationalize throwing out there so suddenly. Better to ease into it and give him a chance to bring it up himself. The last thing he needed to think was that she was keeping a constant eye on him.
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When he offered her the knife, she looked down at the butcher's knife in her hand. Yeah, real hard decision. She set it aside on the desk and reached out to take the familiar handle of her own knife. A little piece of home. Not that demons had a real particular sense of nostalgia, but considering the tricks she'd had to pull off to get her hands on this baby, she wasn't taking for granted the fact that she had it around again. It was the little things, truly.
"You spoil me," she quipped, taking it from him and turning the blade over in her hands, inspecting the unique curvature for any kind of indicator that it'd suffered from misuse in their time at the institute. But, the handle wasn't much more abused than it had been from the symbols she'd carved into the wood herself, and the blade was pristine. "Kinda morbid for a birthday present." Kind of a morbid joke on her part, as well, but she couldn't help but remember who'd gotten impaled on it.
Or maybe at this point it was remembering that she didn't remember. Whichever. Her eyes flickered up towards him and she raised a questioning brow slowly, lips tugging out of the smirk they'd pursed to form and into something more analytical.
"You gonna share with the class how you got it outta Landel's own personal impound?" Or why you spent breakfast with a goddamn angel? Sam hadn't met the guy, right? He didn't even know Dean was gonna spring back, so what was he doing slumming it with a guy who reeked of Grace and self-righteous divinity? Not the company she liked to see him hanging around, but also, unfortunately, not the kind of question she could rationalize throwing out there so suddenly. Better to ease into it and give him a chance to bring it up himself. The last thing he needed to think was that she was keeping a constant eye on him.