Adam
"Lightweight and sensitive, huh?" Adam laughed, too sleepy and done with the world to get into any real arguments. People here were so touchy - if they heard half of how he used to tease back in his home they might faint of shock.Some kind of fantasy drugs. He sat up a little, confused, until he realised what Nate meant; he supposed that to the man his old home might seem like somewhere fantastical, but it had been very much real. "I mean, isn't all the food you eat here 'fantasy food' and so on? Fuck, you're breathing fantasy air, dude."
He grinned at Nate's description of Sam, nodding absentmindedly and looking off into the guild. He'd always had a bit of a thing for red hair, but he knew Sam's anxious personality (which was obviously just in the way he held himself, all stooped with clasped hands) would drive him nuts in minutes. "Is he secretly a huge slut in bed? Guys like that always surprise you."
As for his own 'weird guy'... "Yeah. He's...gone somewhere, right now, but his name's Pet. Peter. He's alright. I think we might have something, y'know serious, which is really fucking weird for me, but...." Adam tilted his head from side to side, as if trying to think of ways to justify it. "I like something about him, I dunno. He's really honest."
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
