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[muffinstud]

Bea smiles. "At least some things don't change." She grabs a towel and mops up after Kyle before heading into the kitchen. Bea fixes herself some cold oatmeal. If she isn't interrupted, she takes it back to her room for some more reading from that medical book Sam gave her.

[Shy Shay]

She is not! Kyle notices her, but the fact that Cain is shouting in his face kind of takes his attention away. Mason waves his hand as he, to, eats cold oatmeal. Though he is eating on the kitchen table.

As Kyle walks by Sam's room, she hears the klickity klack of typing on a computer. Apparently Sam is working on something, though who knows what. Everybody does know, however, that interupting him is a bad idea. Though she could probably get away with it now, if she wanted to.

[muffinstud]

Beatrice purses her lips. She'd always kind of wondered just what Sam got into with that computer. She goes to his door and knocks, despite it being open. "Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? Figure we might want to plan stuff for when we head out today." She leans her head a bit, trying to catch a view of what's on the screen.

[Shy Shay]

Sam turns, hair frazzled. He looks like he is about to yell, until he see's that it is Beatrice. "A-ah! Bea. Please, come in." He quickly shuts down the computer, though Bea does get a glimpse of what was on it. A long line of words and a screen that opened up onto a... pokemon game? Was that even possible? All the game cartridges were long since lost...

"Anyway," He says, much more in control then earlier today. Apparently doing whatever he was doing helped him focus. "Yes, we do need to plan. Victoria's secret is a must, and I got a book on reading bra sizes last night." He hands it over. "We also need a variaty of bottom and top clothing, and any accesories you might want."

Wow. This is a completly diffrent Samuel then she's ever seen. He's almost as in control as Cain is.

[muffinstud]

Bea does a double take. The gobbledegook on the screen isn't anywhere as interesting as this new side to Sam. "Well, I'm not sure I'll need too many accessories, but it might be nice to have something to help me dry my hair, if I don't just cut it." She touches her hair as she says it, her hands saying that she's not cutting it any time soon. She takes the book and looks at him intently. "You... really have it together, Sam. I'm impressed. How come you don't step up like this more often?"

[Shy Shay]

Sam suddenly looks away and slouches, all facades of being in control gone. "Ah... I-I don't know what you are talking about..." He looks back and smiles in a dorkish, cute way. "But I don't think you should cut your hair. It looks wonderful on you." He doesn't notice the hand motion, however. "A-and about the accesories, wh-why don't you at least ch-check them out? After all, diamonds are at a record low." He cracks a smile.

[muffinstud]

"Come on Sam, there's a difference between taking what we need and looting." She shakes her head, especially now that the confident Sam seems to have disappeared. She can't help but feel disappointed, but she can't quite place why. She does blush a little. "You really like my hair like this?"

[Shy Shay]

He nods, confident again. "It really frames your face nicely. Maybe with an earing or two, you'd look like a goddess." He shakes his head, apparently shaking away the confidence. "S-sorry... I-it's just m-my opinion..."

[muffinstud]

Beatrice blushes brighter, and she clears her throat as she looks down at the little manual about brassieres. "Thanks, Sam. I'll... I'll consider it." She gulps and steps back. "But we could find the stores we need at a mall, right? There's one close. Plus, we could grab stuff from the salons there for maintenance." She runs a finger from her forehead to her ear, drawing a stray hair and pulling her hand along her hair.

[Shy Shay]

Sam smiles slowly. "Y-yeah. I-I'm ready to go whenever you are." He takes out another book, this one on how to look good as a girl. "I-I read this last night. Do you want to read it before we go?"

[muffinstud]

Bea squints. "Did you read this one as well?" She holds up the one on cup sizes and whatnot. She takes the book. "How many other girly books do you have, mister?"

[Shy Shay]

"W-well... I didn't have much... I raided the book store yesterday... though you might need some, and when I heard I was going to go with you, I kinda... read some more..." He smiles sheepishly. "Is that a bad thing?"

[muffinstud]

She snatches the book. "Hand over the rest." She motions with her hand. "I'll need it sooner or later, and I don't want you trying to read up on me." Beatrice's face is still kind of darkened in a scowl.

[Shy Shay]

Sam looks away, ashamed as he hands over a small pile of books. "S-sorry... I was trying to help..."

[muffinstud]

Bea takes the pile with a grunt. "I know. But still, I don't want you knowing everything about me." She stares at the pile. "I'll... put these in my room. Thank you, but next time, ask. Okay?"