God&#x27;s Chosen Son

“For you, too.” From what she’s heard, he doesn’t seem to miss home. He didn’t go into any detail about any place else, either. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right spot yet.”

“Really? What are you a fan of?”

#c:sam #sam03 #He needs to take classes or something #make some friends #branch out

Abel shrugged, “Not quite sure what that looks like, Figure this place is good enough.” He exhaled slowly, “It’s quite, not too much traffic, never been one to dream that there’s a perfect place out there for me.”

He stopped to think for a moment, chuckling to himself for a moment, “Not too much, I like being busy I guess.”

“No. No place interestin’.” Where she has been, where she is from, it’s all gone. Sam is caught between being curious and not caring.

“So you caught the fireworks, then? I know where weren’t a whole lot, but they were the best I’ve seen.”

#Abel on a first date must suck #So what's you family like?#he just sighs for a decade #c:sam #sam03

He doesn’t pry to much, in his experience there isn’t much use to it. “Suppose there’s always time to change that,” he responded slowly, nodding into the plausibility he would never consider.

“Just barely, never been a huge fan of em to be honest.”

She doesn’t pay much mind to the cigarette he flicks away. “Guess so, a while. Think four months.”

“What about you? Newer, right?”

#He never learned better #see ex 1 - his dad tried to murder him #c:sam #sam03

He nodded slowly, his calloused fingers flipping a lighter in his pocket, always on the edge of igniting it. “Anywhere interesting before that?”

“Month or so now, got here right before New Years.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. I like it here. Sorta can’t imagine bein’ anywhere else.”

“Yeah, lotsa time.”

#abel littered!!!!1 #c:sam #sam03

Abel tilted his head to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets as his cigarette butt hit the snow, “You been here long then?”

“A lotta people like settlin’ here.” It’s been the case for most of the people she’s met. “Just somethin’ about this small town, or what?”

“Yeah. You’re right. Dunno what mine is yet.”

“It’s quite,” he said quickly, decisively almost, “People like to settle in ease, can’t quite settle in cities.” Abel rocked back and fourth for a moment, “You settlin’ with th’ masses?”

“You have time to figure it out, no necessity to be sure.”

Sam nods, curious about specifics as always, though not pressed enough to pry. “How much have you seen?”

“It’s prob’ly better when it’s warmer, anyway.”

“Enough,” he responded slowly, “After a while everything began to look the same, thought I should settle for a bit.”

“Could be,” he confirmed, glancing around them, “All a matter of preference.”

“That why you moved away?” She doesn’t expect any seriously honest answers - it’s the first thing in her head, so it’s the first thing she asks.

“Oh. I think it’s nice, even without goin’ in the water. There’s a cove and lots of beach.”

Abel nodded, skipping over the fact of the matter, “wanted to get away from family, had to see most of the world.” Of course stints in prison and the years prior slipped his tongue, leaving a more approachable narrative.

“Suppose I’ll make it down there one day, might as well.”

“Really?” Sam doesn’t know how harsh the winters were, but without heaters she figures it must have been pretty cold. “Sounds chilly. Where’d you live?”

“Uh-huh, me too. It’s quiet. Here and the beach.”

#c:sam #sam03 #he can't swim #poor baby

Abel glanced ahead, the frosted surroundings calling back to midwestern winters. “Iowa,” he responded slowly, “Nowhere terribly exciting.”

“Haven’t been down to the beach quite yet, never liked the water.”

“Spent a lotta time in cold places?” That’s what makes the most sense, in her head.

“Not only. Just like bein’ out. Think last time I saw you it was out here, too.”

“You could say that,” he mused, nodding slowly, “Long winters without many modern heaters,” he mulled, not delving to deep into his childhood.

“Come out here as much as I can, not too much traffic.”

“I like the cold.” It doesn’t have much of an effect on her.

“Looks like you do too?”

#that sniff #c:sam #sam03

Abel shrugged, “I’m indifferent towards it,” he supposed that growing up in it hadn’t given him a chance to protest it too much.

“That what brings you out here?”

“Think it’s just too cold for a lotta people these days.”

Abel cocked his head to the side, “And you?”

#look at his trying to start a conversation #bb is goin' places!#miststarter

“Never see anyone out here these days,” Abel huffed, cigarette butt on its last breath between two fingers as he turned to the figure to his left.

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“Scout! Shit…” And with a shake of her head, she’s jogging behind the runaway German Shepherd puppy, only stopping when she gets close enough to scoop him up from jumping around the feet of a stranger. “M’sorry about that. Little guy’s kind of’a rascal an’ a fast one at that.”