OOC: oh shit :S yeah might wanna do that. i have faith in you, you can pull off a great RP in a day :3

"Two diet cokes, roger that," he says, fishing another soda from the cooler and sitting next to her on the couch. He hands her her drink and opens his, taking a sip. "I've never had to move before, but based on first impressions...this is going to be pretty hard," he says, looking around at all the boxes. "I think the house is pretty good this way," he says, laughing, observing the boxes that surround them.

"Soo, we both take naps? I think that plan sounds pretty good," he says, laughing. "It's not fair that a pregnant woman and a frail old straight edge guy like me have to unpack their house by themselves. We need to get some of those no-good friends of ours over here to help."

"Well...I don't know how much help they'll be, but I'll ask them," he says back, chuckling. Cappy jumps up on his lap, barking. "I don't have any treats for you, Cappy," Sam says, but the dog persists. He leans closer to the dog, whispering, "after mom's asleep I'll get you some bacon. Now calm down!"

"No eating flesh, Cappy. Only bad dogs do that," he says, and Cappy lies down, demonstrating what a good dog he is. "See?" Sam says, "He knows the rules. What else am I supposed to feed him? Tofu?"

"You mean asian parents?" Sam says, cracking up. "Oh god, I'm not racist, I swear!"

"Somebody's not getting bacon!" Sam calls after the dog, still laughing. He catches his breath, then kisses Nichole. "I love you, you know that?"

"I started getting suspicious after the whole marriage thing.." he says back, smiling. "You chose a good house," he says, looking around. "Our kids are going to grow up here...we're going to be a family here.."

"I don't think I can wait for six months," he says, smiling. "Just promise me we won't be one of those semi-famous families who has a really shitty reality TV show about them. Like, 'Meet the Fischer's' or something like that."

"Exactly," he says, laughing. "I'm not interesting enough to have a TV show based on me. You, maybe, but I'd just be the boring husband in the background."

"Maybe the underage deathcore chicks who come to our concerts, but not any, you know, respectable women. Not that it matters. I already have a woman," he says, putting his arm around her.