I thought that love was in the drugs
But the more I took, the more it took away
"Eerrr....more like the crossbow, but way more powerful. Look." He opened the magazine and tipped a bullet out into his hand, passing one over to Amun. "It fires out these using something called gunpower, which kind of blows up inside and then sends it out really fast." Normally at this point in the conversation he'd give a demonstration, given that he had infinite bullets, but he assumed Amun wouldn't like a shot fired in his studio (full of almost comedically breakable pots).Though it seemed Amun was not only content with taking the bullet - as the gun let his fingers Adam let out a yell of "Hey!", still pulling a face over it when it was handed back. "You can't just take a man's pistol like that."
Ignoring sarcastic comments about his grave, he answered the question, eyes still following the brooch going into the kiln. "I was a highwayman, for the last several years." There wasn't any shame or hesitance in his voice; he did not think Amun would be the type to be scandalised by his old line of work. As for his training of an old colleague.. "Oh, Jesus, no. Never sleep with a coworker. It was more showing her what to do if a client tried to short her, or showing her how to stand in the line up, or how to report her earnings...y'know, all the stuff that goes around the sex." He spoke very casually of this, waving a hand about loosely as if it were public knowledge.
And I could never get enough
ADAM
