Vince merely shrugged as he sat at the table, still in nothing but his underwear, and putting his bare feet on the table and his hands behind his head. "Don't sweat it," he reassured Keith casually. "Sure as hell wouldn't be the first time I've been stabbed." Then looked down at his waist, then realizing that the incident had occurred prior to his death, so the scar was no longer there.Â<br/><br/>Sam looked up at Keith at the mention of his name, holding a plate of food in each hand. Sam put on a big, bright smile, tilting his head slightly as he did so. If there were a definition of a morning person, Sam was it. Which was odd, seeing how he had seemed so serious the day before. "Good morning!" he greeted cheerfully before walking over to the table and placing the plates on the table.Â<br/><br/>As Keith went to stretch, Vince perked his head up, quite obviously interested in what was going on. He tilted his head to the side to get a better view of his ass, or at least attempt to. A sudden pain in the top of his head grabbed his attention, seeing as Sam had noticed what exactly he had been starring at and would have it. So he decide to hit him in the head.Â<br/><br/>"Ow!" he protested. "What was that for?!" Sam merely looked away from Vince defiantly. "Perve," Sam grumbled before walking back to get the rest of the food.Â<br/><br/>Sam looked down at his own body, making a face of distaste. "I guess," he said. "It's weird having to mob around in this body again, but don't worry about us. I'm going out today and looking for a job." Vince nodded along as Sam spoke, a little smirk on his face. "Maybe I should go and get a job too?" "Maybe? I'm not gonna stay here with a free loader!" Vince rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Maybe I should be a stripper or something?" "Do you even know the meaning of the word 'shame?'" "With a body like this I dot have to."<br/><br/>Sam merely groaned and stomped over to his seat, which is around the time Keith had brushed up against him. Vince couldn't help but look a the boy, there was just something about his body that was alluring. Sam was glaring at Vince at the time, growing aggravated with how inappropriate he was acting. He swiftly swung his leg under the table and landed a strong kick to his chair. "Would you quit that?!" Sam hissed at him in a low tone. "What?! I'm just looking!" "This is what makes you such an idiot! You can't even focus on your job!" Vince scoffed, though Sam's statement was veg much true. "Sounds like someone's getting jealous..." "J-Jealous?!" Sam stammered nervously, his face flushing. "You're out of your mind!"