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"- whoa, it's on, um - Hey! You've reached my answering machine! Good jo- I mean, uh, I guess I'm not around? Leave a message and I'll call you back later."

[[ ooc: put private calls here i guess??? idk how this works ]]

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[ by contrast, sora is a little more at ease in a cemetery than one would think he'd be - sure, it's spooky, but a friend of his delighted in chills and frights so much that he's developed a general good humor about the scary parts in life. plus, he hung out in graveyards a lot. it just came with the territory of being friends.

as soon as he spots sam coming, his smile widens as he slows down to make sure his enthusiasm doesn't bowl them both over. he suddenly realizes that he doesn't have any idea where sam lives... he hopes that he didn't make his friend go too far out of his way.

... huh. it's a pretty rare day when he can say that he can look a friend of his eye to eye. ]

Hey! Hope I didn't make you go too far. Happy birthday, uh, again!

[ He can see that the boy's certainly a lot more sunny then the graveyard around them; while he can't be sure why, it isn't unwelcome at all.

He pads towards the young man, over dried ground and grass, slowing as he does, and stops a small way away from Sora. The hobbit smiles to his words, ] I'll thank you quite kindly for the well-wishin' and the concerns, but it weren't much trouble. [ The only thing that's given him all that much trouble today is the PCD, and that's hardly unusual.

Briefly, the hobbit looks around; it would be more polite to hold off on digging through his pack until they were both seated and comfortable, Sam realizes. It isn't all that long an ordeal, but if he was going to take any part fo the boy's day, he'd prefer that he at least be comfortable. ] I shan't think to keep you standin' whilst I rummage about, lad... p'raps we ought find a seat somewheres about.

Oh! Yeah, sure! [ Sora's just fine standing around, but that's quite the knapsack on Sam! He doesn't want to keep him on his feet. He casts around and... yep, the only real place to sit besides the gravestones is the church steps, where Sam had just come from. He gestures that way, moving already as he speaks. ]

Man, this is a little new for me! I've never gotten a present on someone else's birthday, you know?

[ Sam follows, quietly and as quickly as he can manage. He looks to Sora when he speaks, nodding. Few people follow or give much heed to Halfling traditions in general, Sam's noticed - not even at home did many others pay any attention to the customs of the Shire. But this especially seemed to strike most others as strange. ]

I come to realize the Shire's where most Shire traditions stay, lad, if you'll follow me. [ He slings his bag down when they reach the church's steps, climbing up and sitting down just above it, and tugs the pack a little closer. ]

[ Sora inclines his head in mild thoughtfulness as he sits down near Sam, and doesn't bother hiding the stretch of his neck as he tries for a peek into it. What kinds of things does Sam carry in that huge thing, anyway....? ]

Huh... So, the Shire's where you're from. Does... that mean that there aren't many other people from there here?

[ Supplies, mostly, though today it's heavier today with other things. He begins to rummage, putting aside a variety of things; bundles of wadded clothing, largely, and other bulky things.

He tries to remain cordial when Sora asks about others from the Shire, but he thinks on his answer as briefly as he can; he knows that he should be careful when speaking of Frodo, and he knows that Sora is likely trustworthy, but it doesn't take long to remember his last recording on the network: Sora, at the very least, is vaguely aware of Frodo's presence. ]

Just one. [ His nose wrinkles as he shifts his personal effects and tools about, ] Mister Frodo were Shire-folk as well.

[ That really is a lot of stuff. Almost as though he had been packed for a long hike then just a simple trip to meet a friend... Wonder why? ]

Man... I'm sorry. I guess that must get a little lonely... You and Frodo seem like pretty good friends, though. I mean, you were looking for him so hard and all.

Mostly taxin', more then anything else. [ Less lonely then that, surely; there were many big people who had a lot of questions, and even though Sam had grown to understand such inqusitiveness, he could only answer questions about his feet and his small stature so many times before ultimately growing tired of it. Taxing described most of his feelings towards being one of only two Hobbits in all of Adstringendum. There was concern for his family and his home, and longing to return, but not anything that he would describe as lonely; Frodo was with him, and the strange hollow that the worry left him with quickly dissipated when he recalled that Frodo had been back to Middle-Earth already. ]

Indeed we are, [ He looks up and smiles at Sora, before turning back to his pack and hunting a little longer, ] I known Mister Frodo since I was just small.

[ Sora nods at that silently. It doesn't seem as though Sam wants to talk about being one of only a few of his kind here... Frodo seems to be a much more approachable topic. ]

Yeah, that's not surprising. What with how worried you were, I thought you two were related for a little while.

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