idle hands

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Aren't you really the snowflake, if a bit of light's gonna melt you?" Adam asked, but was glad for the candles, finally able to actually see Lucas and gauge him, work out what exactly he was here for. The other man was laughing at him (which grated on him a bit, but he could handle that) which meant he was likely not pissed off; it didn't have enough venom in it. He sat, tossing an arm over the back of his chair. "It's pretty fucking obvious I didn't if I'm still in this shithole, right?" Not that it was for lack of trying, his first attempt leaving the forest putting him right into a pit where he'd been bored and hungry for a week. He wouldn't tell that to Lucas though, not yet, not until he knew if the other man was on the lookout for blackmail. "So is this a hook up or a deal, or what?" Adam asked, resting his booted feet on the table. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.