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[J1W] Revolt
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thentheres_me and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Flack ‘n’ Sam sibling snuggle.]
Sam was sixteen the first time she got arrested.
Don didn’t know why she had called him of all people—usually the parents were the ones that got called when kids got arrested, but when he walked in the door of the precinct and almost every cop knew him by name, he was starting to see why. Having their legend cop of a father come in to pick up his underage daughter who was brought in on a trespassing charge—it wasn’t exactly the best move.
He made his way back to the cages and sighed when he saw his sister. She looked like she was drunk—or at least, recovering from being drunk. Sam ran a hand through her hair as she got up and made her way to the bars, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. It was a look she knew that Don hated, because it usually came right before she asked for a favor, and he was starting to get a little tired of her asking him for favors.
But she was also his sister. And if his mother had taught them nothing else, it was that family was everything.
“Don’t give me that look,” she sighed softly.
“What look?” he said. “I’m not givin’ you a look.”
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656 words
thentheres_me and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Flack ‘n’ Sam sibling snuggle.]Sam was sixteen the first time she got arrested.
Don didn’t know why she had called him of all people—usually the parents were the ones that got called when kids got arrested, but when he walked in the door of the precinct and almost every cop knew him by name, he was starting to see why. Having their legend cop of a father come in to pick up his underage daughter who was brought in on a trespassing charge—it wasn’t exactly the best move.
He made his way back to the cages and sighed when he saw his sister. She looked like she was drunk—or at least, recovering from being drunk. Sam ran a hand through her hair as she got up and made her way to the bars, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. It was a look she knew that Don hated, because it usually came right before she asked for a favor, and he was starting to get a little tired of her asking him for favors.
But she was also his sister. And if his mother had taught them nothing else, it was that family was everything.
“Don’t give me that look,” she sighed softly.
“What look?” he said. “I’m not givin’ you a look.”
( *** )
656 words
