Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"Yeah, suppl--wait, what?!" Hearing Amalia ask if he meant like flying almost made Adam choke, the laughter bubbling up in him loud and immediate. He had assumed that any grown adult had partaken in at least one of the things he carried about with him. "Er...phew, man. No, no not like flying. Like...uh..."
Trying to stem his giggles, he cleared his throat and started again, much more bluntly. "I mean like get high off drugs. Like this." Scavenging around in his bag, he pulled out a little bag, from which he shook out two pills into his hand. They were roughly spherical, a sort of grey-green colour. "This is the mildest stuff I've got. Don't wanna overwhelm you or owt. But it'll still be good shit."
Perhaps it was being a bad influence to get his sweet baker friend high. But Adam hadn't just kicked back and tripped with someone for ages, and he was getting bored of alcohol. "So what d'ya say?"
