I thought that love was in the drugs
But the more I took, the more it took away
Adam couldn't help it; he smiled as Amun asked his questions, finding them wonderfully quaint. From his hip he pulled one of his pistols, holding it up in the air. "This is a gun. And yeah, it could do better than all of than that, if I was fast enough with it." He was a good shot and well, no one could do magic if they'd recently suffered a bullet to the head. As far as he knew, not even a Demi God.He liked the firey part of the process very much. He sat to watch the kiln burn, Coffee running over and peering into the flames too, excitedly puffing smoke rings from his nostrils.
"Sail, huh? That used to be your thing?" Adam supposed it must be frustrating to have been stuck so inland, if so. "Uh...no. I've always been kinda a lone wolf. Oh, I guess one time I trained one of the new girls at the brothel?"
And I could never get enough
ADAM
