[video, after murderworld]

[headinjuries]

[ Today on your omnicom: a slightly baffled looking Sam, sitting cross-legged on one of the common area couches with a soda and half a bowl of popcorn. ]

'K, so.

Remember how Chief went back home for like two minutes, but got back here months later?

I guess it works both ways, because I was definitely back for a while but I'm like 95% this is the same splatterball game I was watching right before I went.

[ He stops to eat a handful of the popcorn, and - ]

- wow, yeah, this stuff didn't even have time to get cold.

So, you know. In case anybody was wondering.


(ooc: it'ssss a canon update. Sam's about current now, up to right before Champions starts - which means that if you're avoiding Civil War II spoilers, give me a holler and I'll make sure not to tag you with any!)

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[whyarewehere]

[ Grif snorts. ]

You don't know my mom.

[ The rest of this, though, he switches off the public channel. ]

Speaking of, things alright at home?

[ Not that he's ever going to mention the memory sharing thing ever again, or admit that he cares about Sam as a person and wants him to be alright, but... ]

-> private

[headinjuries]

[ Loaded questions ahoy. It takes him a few seconds to respond. ]

Every time I think everything's as messed up as it's gonna get, something proves me wrong again.

[henceforth private]

[whyarewehere]

I'm gonna take that as a no.

[ Aww crap, he's bad at helping with this kind of stuff. He shouldn't have started this conversation, should he? ]

[headinjuries]

I dunno what it says about my life that "how was your trip home" gets an answer like "aliens cloned my dad and one of them tried to kill me," but whatever it is, I don't like it.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif exhales, leaning back in his chair. He tries to imagine what that's like, and what kind of thing would be useful to say here, but he doesn't really succeed on either front. ]

Let me know if you wanna go throw firecrackers at stuff.

[headinjuries]

Thanks. Maybe after this game's over.

[ He glances at the soda he's holding. ]

As much as we all complain about the food, I did miss snozzleberry.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif nods and gives Sam the finger guns before moving on. ]

I mean, it's not pepperoni and sausage, but you're right.

[headinjuries]

If I knew I was gonna be coming back, I'd have tried to sneak back some bacon or something.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif smiles. ]

Thanks. Knew I could count on you.

So yeah, hit me up if you wanna do something stupid later, it's my specialty.

[ And with that, he peaces out. ]