samoan-sass.

^{Suddenly aware that his expression might have been too serious, he had a brief moment of doubt. His expression was not exactly mean, but it was intense and Roman was a big guy (something he was reminded of as he stood next to the slighter male). But then whatever he’d seen in Sami’s features, so brief he almost wasn’t sure it’d been there at all, was gone, replaced with a bright, lighthearted demeanor that Roman was more familiar with. Lips twitching in an almost-smile, grateful without putting it into words. “I wanted to talk to you about Strowman,” he answered, glancing away from Sami and casting his gaze around as if to make sure that no one else was around to hear. Setting his shoulders and lifting his chin, a clear display of his pride, the very pride he was damn near choking on.}

      ^{His brows RAISE a moment then his smile falters at the mention of one of his many enemies. He’s still a bit bitter that he couldn’t overcome him. Strowman kept BEATING him mercilessly until he got bored and moved on to another superstar  ( that being Roman ). And for a Samoan spoken so HIGHLY spoken about, Sami was amused  (  and slightly confused  )  at Roman wanting to talk about his upcoming opponent at Fastlane.     “Oh, right! I heard that you’re scheduled to face him on Sunday! You’re gonna do great!”     He praised, that big grin returning to his face once more, and he meant it. Roman was big, athletic, fast, and strong        he had a WAY better chancing of surviving than anyone else did on the roster, arguably. With all of these attributes, he had no reason to worry, so why did he want to discuss Strowman with him?           “Alright. What d’ya wanna talk about?”}