[ the way that jaskier's face drops gets another snort out of sam. ] No, you're right, it would be more interesting. [ which is...well it makes sam laugh because the thought is ridiculous. the idea that talking to someone about bucky barnes, super soldier hydra assassin with a metal arm isn't interesting enough because he's not a werewolf. does he even know what werewolves are? god, sam's going to have to tell him about this later.
but there is definitely a kind of fondness to his tone, when they talk about bucky. though it could also be seen as familiarity. he can dunk on him as much as he wants after what that jerk has put him through. so says sam, who would probably do just about anything to protect him, too. but ooh well - those are deeper conversations for another time when alcohol is actually involved (because of course he and jaskier have to get drinks after this.
sam rubs at his jaw for a moment when he thinks about the idea that he could be a knight. he...supposes? ] Well, I'm not in it for the coin, so maybe knight doesn't work? And I thought knights were supposed to be all for, you know, kingdom and glory? [ sam even goes as far as to put a deeper tilt to his voice, mimicking what jaskier would have no clue is a movie trailer announcer voice, but oh well.
sam's face ends up breaking to something of a sheepish grin at jaskier's pointing out of his downplaying. it wasn't even intentional, is the thing, but it's also one of those moments where sam realizes he has to rethink how he describes...just about everything. ] Alright, okay, you have a point. And believe me- I'm pretty badass at what I do. It's not some sort of self-conscious thing. More... [ he tilts his head back and forth, considering. ]
Back home I spent a lot of time working with people with special abilities. Geniuses, wizards, aliens, super soldiers... When I say normal, I meant more like- not that. I was just a soldier, before everything, but you're right, and I for sure don't want to be boring. [ he shakes his head a little, leaning back on his hands where he's sitting on the bed. ]
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but there is definitely a kind of fondness to his tone, when they talk about bucky. though it could also be seen as familiarity. he can dunk on him as much as he wants after what that jerk has put him through. so says sam, who would probably do just about anything to protect him, too. but ooh well - those are deeper conversations for another time when alcohol is actually involved (because of course he and jaskier have to get drinks after this.
sam rubs at his jaw for a moment when he thinks about the idea that he could be a knight. he...supposes? ] Well, I'm not in it for the coin, so maybe knight doesn't work? And I thought knights were supposed to be all for, you know, kingdom and glory? [ sam even goes as far as to put a deeper tilt to his voice, mimicking what jaskier would have no clue is a movie trailer announcer voice, but oh well.
sam's face ends up breaking to something of a sheepish grin at jaskier's pointing out of his downplaying. it wasn't even intentional, is the thing, but it's also one of those moments where sam realizes he has to rethink how he describes...just about everything. ] Alright, okay, you have a point. And believe me- I'm pretty badass at what I do. It's not some sort of self-conscious thing. More... [ he tilts his head back and forth, considering. ]
Back home I spent a lot of time working with people with special abilities. Geniuses, wizards, aliens, super soldiers... When I say normal, I meant more like- not that. I was just a soldier, before everything, but you're right, and I for sure don't want to be boring. [ he shakes his head a little, leaning back on his hands where he's sitting on the bed. ]