( whether the wings are real or metaphorical, the joke lands, and the amusement that leaks through damon's end of the link matches sam's. yes, offense was meant, but sam is at least decent enough not to be truly offended.
it's a welcome revelation, after damon's 170-odd years, that he can be friends with the good guys.
he sends his own hum through the link, a vague background noise so sam can track him through the station as he makes his way to the hangar. he's still a ways away, but as soon as he can sense sam getting close, he puts on an extra burst of speed, blurring into the room and lounging against the wall, looking for all the world as though he's been waiting for ages. )
[ Fortunately, it takes a lot to really offend Sam. Mostly because he can take a joke and it's easy to roll with things, but he'd be lying if it wasn't in part because staying unruffled in the face of people who're really trying to offend just makes them madder.
His eyebrows shoot up when he gets to the training area and sees Damon lounging there - and yeah, all right, he can guess Damon was probably trying to show off a little, but Sam'll give it to him. His speed's impressive, and there's nothing wrong with a little showing off.
There's a slow, playful smile at Damon's greeting. ]
( a man after damon's own heart, sam is — being flippant in the face of assholes is the best way to go through life, not least because they hate it so much.
(damon knows this because he is one of those assholes, of course, but he's not actually looking to offend sam, so he can find the guy funny.)
the playful response just makes damon's smile widen — his anger is still simmering just under the surface, anger at having put himself on the line only for it to be thrown right back in his face, frustration that he even cares that it was thrown back in his face, the constant hunger that has plagued him since he decided to only feed from elena, and not enough to hurt her... but it's easier to think of other things when talking to sam. his mind is like open sky and clear air, and it's hard to be angry when you have the clarifying effect of sam's mental landscape around. )
Well consider me abuzz, Sammy. What are we breaking?
[ It wouldn't surprise him to know that Damon swapped between being flippant in the face of assholes and being one of those assholes. Of course, most of Sam's friends could be called assholes - some of them more than others - so really, Damon fits right in.
He can feel the edge of Damon's anger, but aside from the calm, steady quality that Sam damn near always has flavoring his side of the mental link, he doesn't try to soothe it. They're here to get their anger out in the old fashioned, physical way.
The nickname makes him snort, shooting Damon a look that's half amusement and half really?, but he doesn't protest it at all. ]
There's a pretty wide variety of training dummies and punching bags back here, you can take your pick. [ A lot of it's reinforced, Sam's noticed - he's guessing it's because of the symbiote enhancements. He nods towards a trio of punching bags set up over a mat. ] We could start with those, see how you feel after you tear through 'em.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
it's a welcome revelation, after damon's 170-odd years, that he can be friends with the good guys.
he sends his own hum through the link, a vague background noise so sam can track him through the station as he makes his way to the hangar. he's still a ways away, but as soon as he can sense sam getting close, he puts on an extra burst of speed, blurring into the room and lounging against the wall, looking for all the world as though he's been waiting for ages. )
Took you long enough, Flyboy.
no subject
His eyebrows shoot up when he gets to the training area and sees Damon lounging there - and yeah, all right, he can guess Damon was probably trying to show off a little, but Sam'll give it to him. His speed's impressive, and there's nothing wrong with a little showing off.
There's a slow, playful smile at Damon's greeting. ]
Maybe I just like building a little anticipation.
no subject
(damon knows this because he is one of those assholes, of course, but he's not actually looking to offend sam, so he can find the guy funny.)
the playful response just makes damon's smile widen — his anger is still simmering just under the surface, anger at having put himself on the line only for it to be thrown right back in his face, frustration that he even cares that it was thrown back in his face, the constant hunger that has plagued him since he decided to only feed from elena, and not enough to hurt her... but it's easier to think of other things when talking to sam. his mind is like open sky and clear air, and it's hard to be angry when you have the clarifying effect of sam's mental landscape around. )
Well consider me abuzz, Sammy. What are we breaking?
no subject
He can feel the edge of Damon's anger, but aside from the calm, steady quality that Sam damn near always has flavoring his side of the mental link, he doesn't try to soothe it. They're here to get their anger out in the old fashioned, physical way.
The nickname makes him snort, shooting Damon a look that's half amusement and half really?, but he doesn't protest it at all. ]
There's a pretty wide variety of training dummies and punching bags back here, you can take your pick. [ A lot of it's reinforced, Sam's noticed - he's guessing it's because of the symbiote enhancements. He nods towards a trio of punching bags set up over a mat. ] We could start with those, see how you feel after you tear through 'em.