It felt like only moments later that she brought Edward up to the meeting, grinning as she experimented with the pistols for the first time. Her commentary never ceased, though she couldn’t help but realize that it was much more one-sided than it had been before. Still, the cut-scenes and follow missions had her captivated, watching the pirate talk his way out of all the questions thrown his way with a skill she had only seen in few others -herself included.
A grin was almost permanently set on her face as the ‘Grand Master’ kept talking, almost bursting out in laughter when she was assigned to pickpocket Edward’s three companions while they spoke of plans. “Now dis is righ’ up my ally.” Red eyes sparkled in mirth as another cut-scene played, this time laughing aloud when Edward pocketed the map with a shrug. “A man after my own heart. I t’ink I migh’ love dis character more den I should… Know I will if he keeps up like dis. Il est parfait. What do you t’ink, cher?”
When she turned to glance at the bed behind her from where she sat on the floor before the television that she saw him lying down. Pausing the game, she stood and leaned over him. “Sleepin on de job, huh cabin boy? Don’ speak too good for you.” Glancing at the clock beside her bed she noticed it was four in the morning, yawning as soon as the realization hit. “…Den again, maybe you got de righ’ idea.” Nodding to herself, she let the game run until it saved her progress, turning the system off and then the television, engulfing the room in darkness besides the lamp on the bedside table
She pulled the covers of the bed down, moving around to lift Sam to the bare side of the bed, noting with a combination of amusement and concern that he was lighter than he looked. That was an idea for another day, putting aside the observation for the time being as she dressed for bed; changing out of shirt and pants in favor of a baggy shirt before slipping into the other side of the bed and turning off the lamp. Renée turned on her side, sliding up to Sam (she always slept better next to someone else) close but not close enough to wake him, the thief sighed, muttering a soft “Bien dormir” and swiftly let sleep take her.
Aware he wasn’t in his own bed (the scent of a shampoo that wasn’t his scented on the pillows was one give away) had the empath stir slowly with less movement than his usual tossing and turning in the sheets. The sound of another breathing next to him only rose his confusion, and as brown eyes opened tiredly, sunlight barely making its way through curtains, Sam finally realised where he was.
A smile curled the corners of his lips as he sat up only slightly, gazing over the sleeping woman beside him. She’d gotten closer to him than he’d ever expect her to in this kind of situation so soon, and he couldn’t help but feel that little bit content. Slowly, he lowered himself down into the sheets again, sliding ever so slightly closer to the Cajun as quietly and easily as he could. He’d leave soon, let her rest from the long night of gaming he knew she’d of done. The absolute joy he’d felt radiate from her as the story got deeper and pirates came into play was adorable, to say the least.
Fingers combed gently though her hair, Sam fighting sleep as it threatened to take him back into slumber once more. It was nice being here with someone. It was nice not waking up alone. He glanced at the clock, breakfast in bed in mind, but 7am was far too early for either of them, and who knew when Renee had finally settled down for rest?
Finally deciding he’d been weird long enough, he slid himself out of bed, raising a brow as he realised he’d fallen asleep at the end of it the night before. She’d moved him, then? Turning around, he tucked the sheets around her as best as he could without disturbing her too much and crept out of the bedroom, small, smug smile finding it’s way onto his face. With a stretch of his arms above his head, Sam made his way back to his own room, ready to crash for another few hours.
If he could calm his happiness down, that is.