Walk in the Woods

"Yeah, and for some reason it's the only goddamn bar here. The people here are..." Adam cycled through a few words in his mind. Dull? Awful? Grey? The only natural he'd actually met so far had been Maea, who had been fine, but...the whole place just seemed to run on a slower pace than he was used to. "...They aren't my kinda people." He finished, running a hand through his hair with a sigh and not explaining just who his kind of people were. After a moment of silence (which he let her have, focusing on a tree behind her and the way it was beginning to shift into different colours; his medication was working) Sorrel asked him how to get back to the town. This was immediately met by a cringe and an awkward glance off to the side. "Uhhh. Well, y'see...I'm..." He didn't want to say lost. Lost implied somebody who wasn't in control, someone who wasn't sexy and confident like he was. Adam got up onto his feet (a slightly wobbly endeavour but one he accomplished) and looked about as if it made any difference of the direction he would take. "...Just going back now. So c'mon." Confidently, he strode off towards nothing in particular and hoped it would work out to be the right way. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave