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[mycursedface]

And on this fine, beautiful morning, after dawn, Medusa is outside with a sister, the dogs, and a number of blackened kitchen implements. Blackened from charcoal, which happens when you cook on open fires, but just because it is a regular occurrence doesn't mean that you leave them that way, oh no.

This is why Medusa and Euryale are scrubbing. And chipping.

The dogs, for the record, are either trying to help (licks help! honestly! licks to mistresses' faces!) or sitting from a distance and looking mournful at the lack of attention.

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[necessary_child]

Sam had woken when Medusa left their bed, but he hasn't bothered to actually get up until now. He hasn't bothered with a shirt, but he'd dragged his fingers through his hair a few times before happily exploring his way back out again to find his girlfriend and her sister.

He leans comfortably against a nearby wall, smiling. "Morning."

[mycursedface]

Medusa does know that he is there - she can taste him, and she smell him, and see him in shades of heat. She's also had to drop the scrapper in favour of trying to protect herself from the dogs.

The dogs are, naturally, taking full advantage of her being on the ground and going lick, lick, lick, lick.

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

Casting an amused look at her sister, Euryale lifts her head.

"Morning, Lucifer," she says, cheerfully, wiping the back of her hand against her forehead (and leaving a streak of charcoal behind).

The remain dog eyes Sam, and walks over, wagging his tail hopefully.

"Sleep all right?"

[necessary_child]

Sam grins at Medusa's triplet. "Yes, thanks."

He can sense his fate looming over him, and chooses to gracefully accept it. The dog gets patted on the head.

[mycursedface]

The dog looks smug at this.

Voice muffled, Medusa says, "Good! You can help us!"

[necessary_child]

"I'm not very good at cleaning," he admits. "But I can try."

She cooked him dinner and is his girlfriend (:D!) and everything. Sam figures it's only fair.

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"It's not that hard," Euryale points out. "You just grab one of these...scraper things, and chip away at it. Then scrub."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins. "Yes ma'am."

He's well-trained. Sometimes.

[mycursedface]

Medusa peers out from behind the dogs.

Sam.

Cleaning.

This she has to see.

[necessary_child]

Is it cleaning if it mostly consists of poking thoughtfully at the charcoal and then experimenting with magic to find the most efficient way to remove the blackening?

Because that's what Sam's doing. Answers on a postcard, please, anyone who's surprised by this.

[mycursedface]

"Oh, Lucifer."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"You're cheating!




He is cheating, isn't he, Meda?"

[mycursedface]

"He's cheating."

[necessary_child]

"I am not!" Sam protests. "I'm half-magic, that's like saying you two are cheating by using your wings to fly."

Of course, even if he were cheating, it's not like that would stop him.

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"So, could you do all of it with just magic?"

[necessary_child]

Ahahahahahahahahaha no.

"It'd be far too tiring," he says promptly. "Even if I find the right way. Also, nice try."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

Euryale has only one response to this.

She sticks her tongue out at him.

[necessary_child]

Sam sticks his tongue out right back!

...What, she was expecting her sister to find a mature boyfriend?

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

...not particularly!

This also prompts her to beam at him.

[mycursedface]

"Why me?"

[necessary_child]

Sam Very Maturely rises above Medusa's Cruel, Cruel Jibe to beam back at Euryale.

"I like you," he tells her agreeably. "You're not as mean as your sister is."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"Medusa can be very mean. Not as mean as Stheno, but-"

[mycursedface]

"I hate you both."

[necessary_child]

"It's true," he agrees, still ignoring Medusa. "Terribly mean, she gets."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

Euryale has been living with Medusa an awfully long time, and she's always been sensitive at picking up the subtle changes of mood. And this is why, instead of continuing the joke, she goes,

"But we still love her, right?"

(sometimes, yes, she is overly sensitive, but when living with Medusa and Stheno it pays to be so)

[necessary_child]

"Hmm." Sam pretends to think about this. "I suppose I adore her. I suppose."

[mycursedface]

"Mean."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins at her. "Yeah, but I love you anyway."

[mycursedface]

She beams at that, ignoring the dogs and the sister.

[necessary_child]

"Mind out," he says laughing, "I think Euryale's going to throw up if there's much more mushyness."

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

"I really am."

[mycursedface]

"Have I ever said anything about your boyfriends?"

[far-roaming.livejournal.com]

Euryale does, at least, have the grace to look a little shifty.

[necessary_child]

Sam resists the urge to laugh. He's so not getting in the middle of this one: he might be immortal, but he's not stupid, either.

[mycursedface]

Medusa just smiles at her triplet, serenely.

"How is the magic coming, Luce?"

[necessary_child]

Sam wrinkles his nose. "Eh. So-so."

Rather better than that, actually, but he has no intention of getting stuck with doing all of the work.

[mycursedface]

"It's a glamorous life we led, as you can see."

[necessary_child]

"Duly noted," he tells her, smiling. "I'll bear it in mind."