Three's A Crowd [TOM, ABRAM, SCOTT]

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott liked the silence. There was just a different air to being alone in the room. He felt like he was less tied down to things and there was less pressure. Even if no one demanded anything from him in the apartment, just being there with the others seemed like such an effort. This wasn't to say that he didn't like Abram and Tom's company. Oh no. He just preferred being alone. After all, he had the time to think.

He lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans he had been wearing the night before, feeling the cool sheets touch his skin. He tucked his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling, wanting to just drift on back to sleep. He had no idea why he decided to stay here over at their place. Yes, he was just rooming with them for a bit, but he wasn't planning on staying there for long. But now that he thought about it, he was just beating himself up for the decision he had made. Sure, it was great to be in the same room as Abram, the guy who never really looked twice in Scott's direction. He just figured that maybe, they'd eventually become closer, and one thing would lead to another. But that wasn't the case. All being in the same room did was give him a front row seat to Abram and Tom's closeness. And he envied it.

[alexwonders]

Thomas walked in through the front door with a grin plastered upon his face. He had enjoyed his time out with Abram that morning. Window-shopping used to bore and tease at his brain. He knew he wouldn't have all the money to buy everything he wanted and usually put him in a bad mood. As Thomas jammed the key into the keyhole, he couldn't stop laughing at the most random things Abram pointed out around here. Abram had stayed back at the stores awhile claiming he had "forgotten" something back over at the store. It was rather obvious what he was up to, stealing things as if Thomas wouldn't have given him some of his check to go into any items Abram liked. He turned the knob, knowing Scott would be in here. He knew his half brother Scott would be inside the apartment already half asleep. Thomas wondered why his little bro didn't accompany them more often. Tom knew that Scott was rather shy at times but he rather enjoyed the company of him.

A noise was heard over in the bedroom, the door closed, it was pretty well known that Scott loved his alone time, as he often spent hours pondering who-knows-what over when they were younger. He stepped inside the bedroom which consisted of mostly the television and bed; the bed being the biggest thing in the tiny room that the three shared. Thomas had to admit that he did love sharing a room with his brother and Abram. He felt as if no matter where he went, a house would be turned a home with his two pals.

Sitting down next to Scott, Thomas flashed a wide toothy grin his brother's way and pulled him in for an embrace, feeling like he needed to put a smile on that cute little face, the grinas if plastered on him.

"How ya doing bro?" Thomas asked. He felt like he hadn't seen Scotty down in ages. He let go of him and sat down next to him waiting for an answer

[Scott Flaurer]

All the thoughts in his head just randomly swirled around together, the different ideas meshing together. One moment, he would think about the apartment and moving out, then suddenly, he'd think about his job then he'd drift off to thinking about other things. It was always like this, especially when he begins focusing on something already. For a moment, he felt his eyelids drop, and he began to drift off into sleep, when suddenly, he heard a jingle outside the door and the knob slowly turning. His eyes popped open as he turned his head towards the door, seeing the figure of his step-brother walk in the room.

He seemed rather upbeat today, an occurrence that seemed common every time the two would head out. He never asked what it was they did, even though he wanted to. He just felt like he didn't need to know it anyways. The smile on Tom's face made him smile as well. There was just something about him that made him smile. Not just him, but both of them: Tom and Abram. He could never really keep a frown whenever he was with them because they were always so full of energy. It was as though it was actually contagious and it hit him, even if he felt entirely shitty.

He watched silently as his brother walked towards him, a bit surprised that he sat down next to him, and even more so when he proceeded to hug him. It was rather awkward, like they were forcing two puzzle pieces that didn't exactly fit together. He could feel Tom's weight pressing against his sides as his arms wrapped around him. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot up in his body, and when his brother let him go, he immediately felt naked. He sat up from the bed and grabbed one of the pillows, putting it in front of his chest as though to cover himself up.

"Have fun?" he replied casually, moving sidewards to give him space on the bed. He then looked back towards the door and noticed that Abram wasn't with him. He raised a confused eyebrow and turned over to the teen. Without really waiting for an answer, he slid out of the bed and took small steps to the bathroom, casually pulling up his loose jeans. "Abram went strolling around again?" he called out from the bathroom.

[alexwonders]

Thomas soon realized how awkward his attempt at a hug turned out to be. Seeing it as practically impossible to hug someone who was laying down and squishing them in the process. Thomas smiled even more at his lameness. He often did things at the wrong times and just gave a rather sheepish grins at the situations. He wasn't sure whether he was naturally a klutz or he was just nervous when he saw people. He felt Scott's warm skin under him giving him that pent and patenting docile grin at the situation. He watched as his half brother covered himself up as if they didn't walk around shirtless days at end. Now that Thomas had recalled really, it was usually Abram and him who would walk around without shirts and many times without pants.

Thomas figured though that seeing his brother at his workplace without much clothing may have been the reason he felt so comfortable with his brother's bareness. Thomas did not like to think about that horrible job that his brother had. He knew that Scott could take good care of himself but he wanted Scott to be protected just in case. It was one of the reasons why Thomas had not completely fucked this job over like many of the other ones he had had; he wanted to watch out for his brother so he would try to last this job through. Thomas hated the idea of his brother degrading himself like that. Of course, there was a "No Touch" sign in big bold neon letters right next to the main stage but still. Who knew what the boss made them do backstage and in the costumer rooms. Thomas at tried to find out once by asking his brother but like many conversations, it ended badly. Thomas yelling at Scott and Scott too choked up to even reply. He knew he was overprotecting when it came to being a brother but still, his brother was really a beauty whose petals no one would touch without his permission.

Scott made room for Thomas as if it was really needed in the gigantic bed which fit three, you could say, men. Moving closer, to the middle with Scott, Thomas slipped his shoes off and sat on the space that had been left open now as he checked back on the bed. He could hear the velvety voice coming from the restroom now. He saw the reflection of jeans being pulled up from the mirrors in the restroom, smiling. Not once in his childhood life would clothes ever stick to him enough, the main reason being all their brothers and sisters passing bigger clothes down onto them. This reminded him of those times, out of all his siblings, he had kept Scott the closest to him.

"Yeah, we went for a walk around the town watching the stores. Did you?" Thomas looked around. the place looked barely touched. Maybe Scott had been dozing off again, thinking too hard."Abe went 'shopping' on the penny isle again. He's seriously addicted to that at this point, I believe. Why else would he steal a pink scarf from The Emperor's New Clothes? I really don't think he's going to wear it."

[Scott Flaurer]

Scott didn't know why he felt extremely off with being shirtless around his brother. After all, he spent his nights stripping. Normally, one would think that taking off clothes would hardly be a bother to a stripper, but Scott didn't think that way. Oh no. To him, stripping was just another profession, something he had to do in order to survive in this materialistic world. When he dances at The Cave, he isn't Scott Flaurer. He was James or Kenneth or Lucas. It didn't matter, coz he was someone else. But him being himself, he was never totally okay with being naked. His brother didn't say anything about it either. He knew that Tom felt pissed about what it was he does, so he never talked about it. Maybe, subconsciously, it's also why he liked clothing himself when at the apartment. He didn't want to remind Tom of what he did after working hours.

"I had as much fun as I could," he answered. He wasn't lying. There was literally nothing to do in their apartment, especially when you were alone, so sleeping in would have probably been the most fun he could have had. Finishing his business in the bathroom, he zipped up his pants and pulled them up so that they were at his waist again. His clothes were always at least a size bigger than him, but he had to make do with it. The price you get for hand-me-downs. Before leaving the bathroom, Scott shuffled through the hamper for a shirt, one that wasn't too dirty, just to cover himself for the meantime. Finding a black shirt he used the day before, he picked it up and pulled it over his head as he headed back to the bed, having himself completely clothed by the time he got there. Scott sat down and moved back, now leaning on the headboard, as he faced the empty wall.

He let out a short laugh when he mentioned that Abram was out shopping. He, of course, knew that shopping meant less shopping and more shoplifting. Not that he was the moralistic kind to go against it. After all, the shirt he had on was swiped too. "A pink scarf? Why would he buy a scarf?" he raised his eyebrows, wondering sometimes why Abram stole just for the sake of it. He probably didn't even like pink.

Scott fell silent for a bit, not knowing what to do. He was never much of a talker, to be honest. Instead, he just let his thoughts wander once more. Though this time, he wasn't thinking about work or Abram. Rather, he was focused on Tom. He was like a best friend to him, always looking after him, making sure that things were okay, and he never really showed much of the appreciation. He felt that it was too cheesy or cliche, and he just hoped that things would go by unsaid. He smacked himself in the head mentally for even thinking of moving out. It would probably hurt Tom if he did. It'd be as though he was ungrateful for everything. Shaking the thoughts slowly out of his head, he hadn't noticed that he had been staring at his step-brother for some time. Embarrassed, he felt the color rise in his cheeks, before he flashed a smile in his direction. "Hey, thanks," he voiced, scooting over next to him and playfully shoving the older brother with an elbow.

[alexwonders]

Thomas was rather entertained with his thumbs, seeing the shape of it. He chuckled at the shape and just the thought of being entertained by his thumbs. Thomas had grabbed the pillow that Scott had had earlier on; it was horizontally in front of him, his neck held up by the pillow, his arms around it. He sat Indian style on the bed, his legs also wrapping the pillow, looking over at the direction of his brother by the restroom. Scott had put on a dark shirt as he walked back over and sat next to him. Why he had to always be so conservative with his body at home, Thomas didn't know. "He probably is just shy about it all," Thomas thought, "Maybe he just wants to help around with the money but doesn't care enough about what job it is that he does." Thomas knew better than to bring the subject up though. Scott seemed in a really happy mood now that he had arrived and that really did make his day. Thomas knew what he meant by "As much fun as he could" He remembered those days that he couldn't find a decent job and Abram was "busy" out doing whatever it was he did. he would sit around here and sloth around trying to do something. Of course, it wasn't too bad for him specifically as almost anything kept his attention for a high amount of time so he could only imagine what Scott had passed through.

Thomas, too, chuckled at the mention of the pink scarf. He remembered seeing Abram with it around his neck one night after he had gotten pretty wasted. It was rather amusing to see him when he could barely control his actions. "I don't really know what he wanted it for. He just had it one day and threw it under the bed." Thomas replied. At this point Scott had stopped talking and seemed to be staring off into space thinking about whatever it was his brother always seemed to ponder for long times. He smiled at the clueless face staring into his eyes. He stared back thinking of the beautiful complexion. He really did adore his step-brother for everything that he was. A rosy redness in Scott's cheeks surging up from that beautiful skin. Thomas looking into that brilliant smile, red and peach skin mixing into perfection.

Thomas smiled as he was playfully shoved. He looked into his brother's eyes still smiling but questioning him with his eyes. "Thanks for what? I haven't done anything special for you lately, if at all I should be thanking you. Always helping around with everything and never asking for anything in return...." Thomas started petting Scott's head in a brushing motion. His hands leading down from the hair down to his cheeks, a single thumb gently caressing the swirls of red still present on the skin, hot to the touch yet soft to no ends. "You really are everything anyone could ever want, you know?"

[Scott Flaurer]

He grinned over at Tom as he chuckled. He could tell what he was thinking of. It was definitely the pink scarf that Abe had taken once. He kept flaunting it and waving it around for everyone to see. It was pretty hilarious. Ah, the things one does when drunk. "Maybe he plans on taking more pictures," Scott murmured, gently laughing as he did so. But then, he fell silent once more, this time, no longer just distracted by his own thoughts, rather, by the eyes that stared back at him. He had never seen Tom look at him the way he did now. Maybe it was because the lighting was different, maybe it was because he was just there, inches away from him, his face in clear view. Scott had no idea. But he was sure that his face was beginning to grow a more crimson shade, if it was still even possible.

"You know. Just thanks. I haven't really taken the time to thank you for the other things you've done," he replied sincerely. He was a bit shocked when Tom seemed surprised by his show of gratitude. It made him feel even more indebted to him, just because he wasn't really even looking for a 'thanks' despite everything. He paused for a moment, taking in the words that his brother was saying. "I should be thanking you. Always helping around with everything and never asking for anything in return...." That's what he had said, wasn't it? Scott never wanted to be a burden to his brother so he made sure that he contributed to things, like the rent and the groceries. He didn't want his brother to feel like he has to take care of him. It was the least he could do, helping out.

Then, he felt a hand brush through his hair, ruffling through it. Scott cried out jokingly, pursuing an attempt to fix his hair when he felt a finger make its way down from his hair to his cheek. His whole body froze, completely taken over by shock as to what was happening. Tom's hand felt warm as it gently caressed his face. Warm and soft. And the younger boy just sat there, immobile, not sure what was going to happen. It was a good feeling that raced through his veins, but he knew it was wrong. They were brothers. Step-brothers, but even then. He let out a gulp and bit his lips, containing himself from making any form of sound. Scott gently took Tom's hand away from his cheek, grazing his lips in the process, and placed it on the bed, his hand still clutching his.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked, confused. Was Tom just messing with him, like he usually did, or did the whole thing have some ulterior motive? Was it supposed to be a subtle hint at something? Scott knew that whatever it was had to be a joke. It just had to be. "Stop playing around, Tom," he uttered, his voice faltering.

[Abram DeBeithiem]

Abram loved walking around with Thomas, it gave him some time to be with Thomas while Abram was in his element. He liked being out on the streets, generally he was happier there, and as a result, probably much nicer towards Thomas then he would be in other places. Certainly much more playful, constantly trying to poke at him or pointing out some of the random things that upper-class stores had for sale. Whether it was he was a penniless or an urchin of the streets, he couldn’t even fathom the idea why someone would need some things. That was the reason why he stole mostly, not because he needed something, but because, in his mind at least, other people didn’t need as much as they had. A shirt here, some cutlery there, an extravagant and wonderfully smooth pink scarf sometimes too, he never felt bad about it because the people he stole from where always people who just threw away their extra money on luxuries of life that most others couldn’t afford.

While Thomas said he was ready to head back home, Abram told him that he needed to go shopping for something, but that wasn’t the truth of the matter either. He was just enjoying being outside too much and wanted to run around for a bit before having to head home. Thankfully in the poorer side of town, everything was built closer together, probably why it was the poor area, because those who could afford more probably didn’t want to live so closely to other people with such small living places. With the closeness of buildings, it was easy to run around, jumping from roof to roof. Though not all the time. As Abram jumped from one balcony down to another, he had a flash back to a moment where he fell a little too far and broke one of his ankles. With the sudden feeling on anxiety rush through him, he decided he had enough for the day, and made his way down in a much calmer and safer fashion, then headed home.

Still missing his keys, he reached for the knob with all the hope in the world that it wasn’t locked. And as it turned, the deadlatch slid from its slot in the door frame and Abram pushed the door open. Home sweet home, it was nice to not to be locked out. Just as he turned around and closed the door his stomach let out a low rolling growl. Perhaps he should have gone shopping for some food before coming home. Tempted to make a sandwich in the kitchen, Abram stood in the foyer for a few seconds before deciding that he needed a shower first and headed towards the bedroom.

He walked in to see Thomas gently touch Scott’s face, and Scott pull Thomas’ hand away. Abram stood there, with a confused look on his face for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he had just saw, but at the same time he didn’t know anything about being a brother. It’s not like if he had done that to either Thomas or Scott, because after that he’d probably lean in and kiss them too. He smiled and said, “I’m home!” Taking off his sweaty shirt and throwing it at Thomas, with a slight laugh, before he went into the bathroom to have his shower.

[alexwonders]

Thomas didn't know what he was doing at this point. It was as ifhis actions were being played out for him. He knew this made his brother nervous, he could tell by the way his eyes shone, blinking, reassessing the actions and movements Thomas made. Sometimes, Thomas just liked to tease Scott with these actions, make him squirm. There was something about it that made him feel as if it was wrong but he quickly overlooked that as his hands were dropped and Abram walked in, his head moving to the door's direction. Scott's question still in his mind, he gave him an apologetic, confused look. Thomas' teeth biting into his lips, he tried to emphasize the phrase "I don't know" in his face as much as he could muster before quickly turning to Abram and smiling as brightly as his smile had been when he had arrived to the apartment earlier on.

"Hey Abe," Thomas said brightly, "How did your shopping go?" Thomas tried not to add any emphasis to the word shopping because he knew that Abram had a short temper sometimes and jumping to conclusions had ended him in a fury of trouble at times.

The sweaty shirt thrown at Thomas, he laughed a bit at the playful gesture and threw it back over to it's owner as he walked in the restroom. Hopefully, he would remember to put it in the bin. Many a times, Abram would just leave his clothes wherever they had fallen at that moment, some times because he had thrown them at Thomas and Thomas was too stubborn to put it away for him. Thomas too left his clothes thrown around the house at times but he made sure to pick them up if they were in someone's way. He grinned back over to Scott as if to start their conversation over. Thomas, with a quick movement, let go of his step brother's hand and took two big steps to the door facing the restroom door and Scott.

"Anyone hungry?" Thomas was pretty hungry right now and didn't want to let any confrontational conversations, especially not with his brother. He was sometimes too rough on people when he was passionate about getting his point across and he hated seeing Scott cry.

[Scott Flaurer]

His brother always did things like this to him. Scott had no idea why, but it seemed that Tom liked having him freak out over things. It was as though the older brother enjoyed having him feel uneasy and messed up. And like every time that Tom messed with him, he was successful. Now, Scott was over analyzing everything. He wondered what was going to happen had he not moved Tom's hand away, or if he returned the gesture. He would have been lying if he said it didn't feel good, the brush of his warm skin against his own cheek, but he was certain he couldn't bring himself to act on anything like it. He gazed at the apologetic look that his brother threw at him, and he had to muster the courage not to break out in fits. It was hard not to feel angry at him, always leading him on, confusing him to no end, but he knew he had to at least pretend there was nothing happening, especially since Abram had just walked in the room.

Scott didn't answer to greet Abram. Instead, he just nodded in his direction, acknowledging his presence. He watched the playful exchange between the two, the shirt hitting his brother in the face before he threw it back at him. He glanced away from the bare body of Abram and just stared over at the window. A pang of jealousy sunk in him as the two interacted. It was something he didn't have with them. Sure, they spoke to one another, but it was a different level of interaction. Nothing at all like what the two had. And he was envious. He wanted to be part of their intimate relationship, wanted to feel, at the very least, like he wasn't just an add-on. An extra. Someone who can fill in the extra space in the bed. He hadn't noticed that it was only now that his brother had let go of his hand, the warmth of his touch still lingering in him. Scott let out a sigh as his eyes followed Tom.

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry," he replied, waiting for Abram to get in the shower and shut the door before responding. He had a feeling that these two would much rather dine amongst themselves anyways. He figured that maybe it was time to move around a bit, get lost in his thoughts once more. He stood up from the bed and put on his favorite sneakers before making his way towards the door. "I think I'm going to go for a walk first. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

[alexwonders]

Thomas couldn't help but feel like he had done something wrong when Scott so blandly greeted Abram. He seemed to be thinking too much again. Thomas seemed to have had worsen it though, the thoughts in his step brother's mind; he felt like he had to do something, talk to him at the very least. Thomas watched as Scott got his shoes on, responding in a rather glum way, it seemed to Thomas. Scott walked towards him but headed for the door instead of Thomas. Thomas tried to grab Scott's wrist and stop him for going outside of the apartment. He looked into Scott's eyes trying to find some happiness in them. He knew that Scott was very delicate and would sometimes be very happy and at other times, he would not. He wasn't sure what was wrong this time precisely but he knew that it had to do with him. He had really messed up this time. Scott stared into those brown eyes, liquid chocolate swirls with a certain void that needed to be filled. Thomas wasn't sure what it was that would have to be done, but he, as a loving brother, would give Scott anything he pleased to make him happy.

[Scott Flaurer]

He felt a hand grab on to his wrist as he began to turn the door knob, causing him to frown. Why couldn't he have just let him leave? It would have been so much easier to walk out of the room and wallow in self-pity. Much more than it would be to try and talk things out now, if that's where things were even heading to. He didn't budge, at least not for a few seconds, before he finally let go of the knob and turned to face his brother. He shook his hand off of his wrist and stared at him.

Scott tried not to fall into the pools of grey, as he stared at him. He was doing it again. Manipulating him. Messing with him. Just so he could get what it was that he wanted. The younger boy bit his lip and shut his eyes, wanting to tune Tom out. He knew it was a lost cause. Eyes still shut, he spoke.

"What is it, Tom? Can I just go, please?" he mouthed, almost begging to be let go. He knew that just one word from Tom and he would stay, obey like a tamed lap dog. But how could he stay, when it was practically eating him inside just by doing so? He grabbed on to his brother's shoulders, swallowing hard, trying to keep himself calm. He didn't get why these two people had such an unnatural effect on him, and he hated it. He hated how he would just fall into shambles whenever he was with the two. But every time he would try to leave, he would hate himself for doing so.

[alexwonders]

Thomas didn't like to feel his hand being thrown off of Scott's wrists. It was a sort of rejection for him. As if he had tried to offer help and all he received was a plain and blatant "no". Thomas moved his hand back towards Scott's, he placed his hand on top of the hand upon his shoulder now. Maybe it was just to feel the warmth, maybe it was because Thomas felt Scott needed a helping hand and he wanted to offer his. The older of the two, keeping a constant gaze as those eyes looked into his and closed him out. It was like he wasn't wanted. Thomas didn't really know what to do. He really wanted to help Scott out with whatever it was that his brother needed but it was pretty clear that he wasn't wanted.

Thomas knew not how to respond to Scott's questions; he wasn't sure what it was he was doing at the moment, why he felt so compelled to keep Scott here when he clearly wanted to go. Thomas' hands fell from their position on Scott's, Thomas looked down and away, he wasn't sure what he was doing, what was going on at all. Maybe he really just needed to think of what it was that was happening in the situation between him and his step-brother. "I don't want you to go anywhere Scott... you know I don't. I won't be an obstacle though. Please... tell me what's wrong..." Thomas looked back up at the tender face before him.

Thomas so wanted to touch him, squeeze his hand, he had no idea why it was his immediate reaction to nerves, it just happened. But Thomas had to stop himself, he knew that those actions were mainly the reason for his brother behaving so.

[Scott Flaurer]

Feeling his brother move his hand on top of his sent him on a daze, as though he got lost in him yet again. It didn't just happen on normal occasions, and he never thought of his brother as anything like that. But on those times where they were just so close to one another, hands touching, it just made him explode on the inside. But it was something he was dedicated to tune out of his system. It was wrong on so many levels. And besides, Tom was too nice to him, and he knew he didn't deserve the kindness, not even from his own brother.

He knew that his brother was just trying to help, and he was certain that he wasn't aware that his attempt at helping was actually just reinforcing things, making them worse. Scott, of course, could never tell him that, without admitting to a certain amount of feelings transpiring within him. He knew the only way to get rid of them would be to just back away, slowly leave. But he heard the words escape Tom's lips, and as though under a spell, he just knew he would obey unconditionally.

"I...Tom, please. I just..." he couldn't muster up any words, without feeling embarrassed with himself. He fell silent for a time, before he decided to speak up again. "You're not an obstacle to anything. I'm just..." he let go of his brother's shoulders and looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt. He couldn't look him in the eye. Defeated, he marched back into the bedroom, hastily removing his shoes and tossing them aside.

"You win. I'll stay."

If he could, Scott would have hit himself in the head. Staying wouldn't be a good idea. But he just couldn't leave, not after he had asked him to stay. It was stupid that he fell prey to such requests, but he couldn't help it. Sighing to himself, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, lying on his stomach, before pulling out his cellphone and pretending to be preoccupied.

[Abram DeBeithiem]

Abram heard Thomas ask if anyone was hungry before he turned the shower on, but didn’t feel like responding, he just hoped that Thomas would make something for him. If not Abram would probably just take half of either Thomas’ or Scott’s food. He wasn’t really sure what was actually in the fridge either. He hoped there was some ham left to make a sandwich, and some mustard left too. Last he used it, it was starting to spray and it took forever for him to get as much mustard he wanted. Of course he could have opened the lid and used a knife, but at the time it seemed much more satisfying shaking and squeezing the bottle.

He sped through his shower, not really even bothering to wash his hair or anything else. When he got out, Abram adjusted his hair after drying it so it wasn’t so everywhere, but it still looked pretty messy. Then semi dried the rest of his body and put his jeans back on, leaving his underwear and socks on the floor. Coming out into the bedroom, he saw Scott texting on the bed and Thomas standing by the door way. He walked over to Thomas and gave him a kiss then said, “Did I hear something about food?”

He walked to the kitchen and frowned a little bit, nothing was actually made. He called out asking if anybody wanted anything and started making sandwiches himself. Quickly throwing them together not that neat looking, thankfully though someone had bought more mustard and he covered his ham with a liberal layer of it, before covering that in salt and pepper. Abram sat down at a stool and began munching down on his.