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[whitechocolate]

[ Sam appears on video, hanging out with a bunch of goats and a guitar resting in his lap. Call him Sammy and the Goats if you will. ] I feel like I should be singing Old MacDonald Had A Farm since all these animals showed up...

[ He plays a few chords of the nursery rhyme on his guitar and the goats bleat along, making him chuckle. ] Looks like I have my own goat glee club...

[ A goat approaches him and Sam pets her head fondly. ] I think I'll name you Santana... [ Oh, if the person back home knew she'd been named after a goat, she'd kick Sam's ass.

But he has more serious matters to discuss. ] If people go missing here, could that mean they were sent home? [ Sam hopes that's the case. ] Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry are gone... I thought I'd announce that, in case anyone who was friendly with them was wondering where they were... [ With a sad look, Sam signs off. ]

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[suppressthedark]

[Oh, Ichigo knows how that feels. Renji and Rukia are gone, too-which leaves only Orihime as someone from his world. He scratches he back of his head, the motion pushing his neck out a touch, displaying that scar stretched across his throat.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they've been sent home.

[He wants to say it's better that way, since they're supposed to fight in a war, but...he doesn't know Sam that well, after all.

And he doesn't remember about Sam meeting his hollow. Whoops.]

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[whitechocolate]

[Huh... Sam never noticed that scar before. He wonders how Ichigo got that...

More importantly, there's no manic laughter from Ichigo, which must mean he's back to normal now!]

Oh... that's good. [Sam's happy for them. Obviously he'd rather they be home, reunited with their loves ones. At least it means less friends to worry about during the war. Still, he misses them... and will probably name goats after them in their honor.]

Do you... remember the last time we spoke? You were kind of... creepy. Like, serial killer creepy.

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[suppressthedark]

[And also no creepy, black-and-gold eyes watching him, right?

Anyway, when he mentions that, his expression darkens, looking away for a moment before looking back.]

I don't....But I know what you're talking about.

[He looks uncomfortable, but he says it anyway.]

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[whitechocolate]

How often do you go to the dark side? [Subtle Star Wars reference.] Once a month? [Maybe it's like some weird... man period... thing.]

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[suppressthedark]

Normally, he's under control.

[...Dark side? Dude he's not a sith]

So he won't be getting out again, trust me.

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[whitechocolate]

If you say so.

How long has he been around?

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[suppressthedark]

...For over a year.

[This is...awkward.]

I..don't really like to talk about him much.

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[whitechocolate]

Oh... at least you weren't born with him. [Laughing hysterically as a baby? Even creepier.]

I get it... I won't bring it up again.

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[suppressthedark]

It's alright. You didn't know, and if all he did was laugh at you...I'm glad it wasn't worse.

[...This is awkward.]

...Anyway, what are you going to do with all those goats?

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[whitechocolate]

Even if you had done worse... it wouldn't have been your fault. You can't control him, right?

...What do you mean? I'm not gonna eat them if that's what you're asking. We're just hanging out...

I seriously need a job.