I thought that love was in the drugs
But the more I took, the more it took away
Adam tilted his head from side to side, considering what Amun was saying...and yeah, maybe his usual teasing jibes weren't really the right approach to be taking here. "It'd suck, yeah. Fair enough. Which hand're you dominant in?" Hopefully, it was the left."Eehh, I don't think failing to save the temple is anyones fault - it's more Ronin's fault for being enough of a dickhead to try bring it down in the first place." He screwed up his face as he said Ronin's name, clearly not keen on the man; once he had thought of him as a potential friend, but now that Amalia was laying in a bed crying after he'd had a tantrum? Adam didn't know if he'd ever forgive him.
He raised his eyebrows at the prosthetic, looking it over. "Can you pick things up with it?"
Obediently he began to roll around the clay, snorting after moment. "Not the first wet thing I've loosened up." Awful joke, but if he hadn't said it he'd have been thinking it for the next half hour. There was something pleasing about touching the wet, firm material and he found he enjoying moving it about; so much so he almost forgot to decide what it was he wanted to make. "I think Pet'd like a brooch, maybe? That sounds...easy to make?" He looked to Amun with a questioning glance.
And I could never get enough
ADAM
