samoan-sass.

^{@inzaynity // ( starter call )}

^{If anyone ever asked, this had never happened. Roman Reigns didn’t need anyone, didn’t need help, and he certainly didn’t need someone else to tell him how to win a match. But Roman always knew the value of veteran advice – he wouldn’t have improved like he had in the Shield if it hadn’t been for his teammates and the knowledge they had from the indies. And Sami had experience with this particular opponent. Reason why Roman approached him, expression neutral, voice level. “Got time to talk?” They weren’t really friends, but Sami seemed like the type of guy who’d be willing to help out – and he seemed smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it too.}

    ^{As eyes meet his, he finds himself also struck with a faint worry. one that parts his lips ever so slightly in wonder and brings about an unpleasant twist in his stomach.  Roman had never approached him with such a serious expression and that expression conveyed what was on his mind too, so Sami couldn’t help but to feel a bit of fear. Plus, that question was one he had heard many times before  ––––  it’s apparent that they are not associated with pleasant times.  His lips press back against each other and in a blink his eyes clear any emotion that may have rippled past him from the sight of his visitor. Soon then, a bright grin graces his lips and his eyes glimmered, a tip of the hat is offered before a greeting is finally spoken.      “Hey, Roman!”     The ginger beamed,       “Yeah, I got time. What’s up?”}