While researching for a hunt, you and Sam had decided to look through an old antique store. Cursed objects, any suspicious items the vic could've picked up, or anything of note, really. Only a few minutes into looking, you noticed Sam stiffen up a little, acting a little shifty.

"What's up with you?" You couldn't help but ask, a little suspicious now.

Sam let out a scoff, as if your question was absurd, "What? Uh, nothing. Just, uh...y'know." He tried to sound confident, but it really wasn't working.

You were about to ask again when you saw him glance off to the side, tensing a little more at whatever he saw. Following his gaze, you smirked a little, "Clown dolls? Really?"

"Shut up."

You let out a fake, fearful gasp, "Careful, Sam! I think they smell fear—!"

"I said, shut!" He lightly shoved your shoulder, your giggles only exasperating him more. His ears burned with mild embarrassment.