Sam and max stories

Saxophones and pianos

"Saxophone and Piano played in my head as I leaned back in my old chair, kicking my feet up on the desk. Rain fell outside. More than just drizzling, but not quite storming. It had been a slow night, no phone calls, so weeping dames, not even any scuffles outside our window. I let out a sigh.

Suddenly, the silhouette of two long ears appeared through the glass on the door, and cast shadows on the floor, the light from the hallway illuminating them. The door opened slowly with a loud creak. I made a mental note to oil it later."

"I'm back, Sam!"

"I'd know that voice anywhere..."

"What...?"

"In walked the 3 foot chaos incarnated as a rabbit, max Lucen-parker. He looked at me curiously."

"Sam, what are you doing?"

"He said, his face confused. I say nothing, just take my feet off my desk and sit up to see him better. He continued to eye me up until he seemed to realize something, smiling"

"Oh, oh, I get it, you're narrating everything."

"He said with a small laugh. I smiled on the outside, but inside I felt a bit ashamed he'd figured out my ruse. He smiled and walked closer."

"Any particular reason you're in noir mode?"

"He asked, leaning on my desk. I lean forward to match his gaze. 'I just feel noir sometimes, little buddy.' I replied, looking into his brown eyes. He giggles."

"That's real cute sam."

"He says, those eyes boring a hole in me. He walks closer, hopping up onto my lap and looking in my eyes. I moved my hands to hold his waist so he wouldn't fall. His hypnotic eyes were full of mischief, but i couldn't look away as he leaned closer and, mph-"

'I couldn't very well speak as he was kissing me, so I had to monolog in my thoughts. As he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I noted the familiar softness of his mouth on mine and the unmistakable taste of strawberries combined with tabasco sauce. Hey, whatever makes my lil buddy happy.'

"... as our lips part, he leans back a bit, lying his head on my shoulder."

"Boring day, huh?"

"He says, nuzzling me. 'You're telling me.' I answer, stroking his head gently. He begins to purr. As soon as I mentioned his purring, he blushed."

"Shut up..."

"He says, looking away defensively."

"Seriously, shut up!"

He says, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Sam, i swear-"

"He starts to say, but is quickly interrupted by- OW!"

.

"I rub my muzzle, in an attempt to soothe the pain, as my partner hops off my lap. He crosses his arms and looks away with a humph."

"Hmmph!"

"I smirk at him. He thought that slapping me would stop my narration, but, the joke's on him, I'm gonna keep doing this till this fanfic ends."

"Well fine then!"

"He says, walking back out the office door in a huff. I laugh to myself, knowing he'll be back. I sigh and lean back In my chair, looking at the ceiling. And I wonder to myself,

Why don't I narrate more often?"