You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Vomit? Ah, nah, I had a tactical chunder before I came here, so I'm good." Adam informed her, smiling as if this would both make sense and reassure her. He was a little irritated to see his horn disappear around her other side, but didn't make a grab for it, just leaned on her shoulder and said: "Hey, careful with that...a God gave it to me, y'know. As a reward for a cool fucking quest."
At least that was sort of true.
Her agreement to his teasing made him smile though, forget his irriation momentarily. "Well, lucky for youuu, I'll come with you." Really he had little choice, his feet seemingly following without any cerebral input.
"Uhh...cos it's past 6pm? Haha...no uh, I dunno, I was testing out the horn.." That really was a lame excuse given he'd gotten it a week ago and had more than thoroughly tested it, but Amalia didn't know that. "And um...y'know, bored, and...I'm not that drunk anyway."
Adam
It didn't.
