ADAM
There Adam was, in a site of natural beauty, surrounded by the lapping waves of the ocean, the moon in the sky lighting the water; all he could think was: God, I wish I could have a wank.
Yeah, it was probably immature, but all this Voice stuff was really getting him down. Not only was he now enrolled in some weird God war he really didn't want a part in, he couldn't even drink or fuck about - and there went his chest, suddenly noticeably hairier in the space of a few moments. He'd always been a hairy guy anyway, but this was getting ridiculous. Pulling out a dagger from his boot, he started to pull hair straight and saw it off, frowning in irritation as he did so, with no concern for respect for the 'glass cathedral' as chest hair fell down to the floor.
"Fucking hair - fucking Voice shit and--" He mumbled under his breath. Really, deep down, he knew he was mad because this was all his own fault, but it was easier to just make faces at his bizarrely rug-like chest and swear.
Yeah, it was probably immature, but all this Voice stuff was really getting him down. Not only was he now enrolled in some weird God war he really didn't want a part in, he couldn't even drink or fuck about - and there went his chest, suddenly noticeably hairier in the space of a few moments. He'd always been a hairy guy anyway, but this was getting ridiculous. Pulling out a dagger from his boot, he started to pull hair straight and saw it off, frowning in irritation as he did so, with no concern for respect for the 'glass cathedral' as chest hair fell down to the floor.
"Fucking hair - fucking Voice shit and--" He mumbled under his breath. Really, deep down, he knew he was mad because this was all his own fault, but it was easier to just make faces at his bizarrely rug-like chest and swear.
Look who makes their own bed
Lies right down within it
Base Code by Sky!
