Tie One On

"Oh, sure." By this point Adam was pretty sure he had Peter worked out. Probably an orphan forced into some kind of criminal labour. Definitely a tragic backstory, some whippings and stabbings by the looks of him...a lack of emotion and inability to deal with anything other than death. He ran across these kinds of guys about five times a week in crime bars back home. Usually if you just ignored them and weren't their target, they went away. The question made him laugh. Adam ran a hand down his chest, pushing up the edge of his shirt juuuust enough that Peter would be able to see his sides, make out enough of his body to imagine him shirtless (if he wanted to, and well, why wouldn't he?) "Because I'm fucking hot and I gotta show it off, thief or not." With a cocky grin he leaned forward onto the table and looked Pet up and down. "Did you do a like, scarification thing, or is this just a lotta hard work?" ADAM And I don’t like to bare my soul to strangers But show me yours and I’ll show you mine