What’s an animation studio without a good music department? Getting this messed up band back together could look pretty cool. Did this after seeing Mike Mood’s ‘Searcher Dance Party’ on his Patreon. Have a good day!
“Hey, have you seen that book I had yesterday on the Atlantic–whaaaaat are you doing?” Sam had rounded the corner into your room and found you crouched on top of your dresser.
“Me? What? Nothing–no. I’m fine,” you spun to face him, trying hard not to lose your balance and fall off. “What book are you looking for?”
“That big green one. You know the one of the Atlantic states folklore and–okay. I can’t do this. Why are on top of your dresser?” he asked.
You pursed your lips and blew out a rhythmic exhale. “Uhh–just for the scenery,” you said.
Sam only continued to peer at you skeptically, his eyebrows lifting as he studied you.
You caved. “There was a spider…” you mumbled.
A small smile started to grow on his lips but he tried his hardest to suppress it. “A spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “I’ve watched you decapitate vampires. And you’re on top of your dresser because of a spider?”
“It was HUGE and fuzzy and it had one of those big, creepy butts!” you shouted at him.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh at you. “Alright. I’ll help you. Where is it?”
You looked at him in desperation and lowered your voice to a whisper. “That’s the problem! I don’t know!”
Sam shook his head at you and chuckled to himself again. He heaved a sigh and came over, turning his back toward you. “Alright. Come on. I’ll get you out of here and then Dean and I can bug bomb the whole room if we have to,” he said.
You hesitated. “Really?”
“Yes. And I’ll only make fun of you for it a little bit,” he said, shooting you a charming smile over his shoulder. “Now come on. Piggyback.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, holding tight. You made sure to poke him in the ribs eliciting another laugh from Sam, but after that you smiled at his kindness and willingness to help, which was so entirely Sam.