helga:

      A half smile formed on her lips trying to cheer Sam up, without punching him since that was normally how she showed affection. Man was she messed up ?  But Helga had a soft side to her– it was just hard to see through all the anger && threats. Hesitantly she pats his back trying to be kind. Showing LOVE && giving HUGS wasn’t one of her strong points, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t learn.

      ❝ It’s alright, life isn’t total crap. Ah, my name’s Helga by the with… ❞ Giving a slight shrug, her tone changed slightly, more soft && least harsh with small hints of sadness lingering. With shaky fingers she brushes some hair behind her ear, eyes flickering downward to her shoes slowly letting her gaze drift back up to meet Sams. Maybe this kid wouldn’t be so bad.

    it’d be a lie to say he was never intimidated by her. helga
    constantly had this air around her that warded people away,
    discomforted them, or just not wanted to BE around; it’s
    how sam felt before she ever showed a glimpse of the softer
    side to her. 

   “yeah, i guess you’re right,” the ends of his lips curl up to
    form a small smile, the dimples on his cheeks pronouncing
    themselves, “i’m sam. & .. y’know maybe you could come
    over sometime. my parents wouldn’t mind having you over
    for dinner.”