"Yeah." That sad smile remains and Sam glances over his shoulder back at the Inn. "Nobody had seen what I was looking for."
He follows after Tsukishima, still examining their surroundings and taking it all in. There's so much sunshine and greenery, everything so quaint and frankly charming. It still feels very surreal. Sam wonders how long it will take for him to get used to it. If he'll be here that long. If he ever gets used to it. He'd gone two years without so much as speaking to Dean while at Stanford. Surely he can get used to this.
It occurs to him then he'd just basically implied to himself that being without Dean was the weirdest thing about this place. Huh. Admittedly, Dean being here with him would make it less weird. He can already imagine all of the things Dean would say, his commentary on absolutely everything. His brain can do it on automatic, actually. And he wishes it wouldn't because it just makes him miss his brother more.
Once inside the shop, Sam offers Mark a slightly awkward wave in return, his smile a little confused but friendly nonetheless. He goes ahead and continues following after the teen straight over to the weapons.
From what he can tell, they look well-made, if simple. Not too ornate, but Sam hadn't been expecting ornate anyway. Simple worked. Simple got the job done. He leans in to examine some of them more closely, his expression thoughtful. "Makes sense. Even back in our world--" and he's assuming they're from the same one, not just because they're both human but because Tsukishima had made a remark about him being American. "--that's sort of standard. Making weapons takes both materials and labor, so you're paying for both."
Swords, axes, bows. Some assorted other weapons too, but Sam's sort of gravitating to the bows here. He's already got something he can use for close-range, what he really needs is a long-range weapon. And it doesn't take much of a glance around the place to know there aren't any firearms. So, bow it would have to be. He gives a nod to his younger friend before turning toward Mark and heading over to him with another friendly smile.
"Hey, hi. Uh, can I ask how much for a bow and maybe a quiver with some arrows too?"
He's not actually expecting to have enough right now, he'll likely have to come back later once he's found a way to make more money. But it will be good to know what amount exactly he needs to be working toward.
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He follows after Tsukishima, still examining their surroundings and taking it all in. There's so much sunshine and greenery, everything so quaint and frankly charming. It still feels very surreal. Sam wonders how long it will take for him to get used to it. If he'll be here that long. If he ever gets used to it. He'd gone two years without so much as speaking to Dean while at Stanford. Surely he can get used to this.
It occurs to him then he'd just basically implied to himself that being without Dean was the weirdest thing about this place. Huh. Admittedly, Dean being here with him would make it less weird. He can already imagine all of the things Dean would say, his commentary on absolutely everything. His brain can do it on automatic, actually. And he wishes it wouldn't because it just makes him miss his brother more.
Once inside the shop, Sam offers Mark a slightly awkward wave in return, his smile a little confused but friendly nonetheless. He goes ahead and continues following after the teen straight over to the weapons.
From what he can tell, they look well-made, if simple. Not too ornate, but Sam hadn't been expecting ornate anyway. Simple worked. Simple got the job done. He leans in to examine some of them more closely, his expression thoughtful. "Makes sense. Even back in our world--" and he's assuming they're from the same one, not just because they're both human but because Tsukishima had made a remark about him being American. "--that's sort of standard. Making weapons takes both materials and labor, so you're paying for both."
Swords, axes, bows. Some assorted other weapons too, but Sam's sort of gravitating to the bows here. He's already got something he can use for close-range, what he really needs is a long-range weapon. And it doesn't take much of a glance around the place to know there aren't any firearms. So, bow it would have to be. He gives a nod to his younger friend before turning toward Mark and heading over to him with another friendly smile.
"Hey, hi. Uh, can I ask how much for a bow and maybe a quiver with some arrows too?"
He's not actually expecting to have enough right now, he'll likely have to come back later once he's found a way to make more money. But it will be good to know what amount exactly he needs to be working toward.