feel whats out of place

Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you

Adam had gotten to know the various shady spots on the beach throughout the day well by now; which rock cast the best shelter, which tree hit the right angle to be able to walk along it's shadow to the sea. He was sat at one of his favourite places, behind a large rock, this early afternoon; idly messing about with a chunk of wood and a whittling knife that he had no idea how to use. So far he'd made an ugly, uneven cube.

Wessex's little speech had gone...well, not as badly as it could have done, but not great. Personally he felt Ascension kinda sucked, so he was never gonna contribute, but he had watched the whole thing, which was how he recognised Arialla on her way past.

"Hey!" Before he even really knew what he was doing, he jumped up onto his feet and ran to the edge of his safety-shadow. "You were in town earlier - I'm not like Wessex, I swear. I don't like Ascended shit either, really. Do you wanna chat? Just like...about it all? I think it's good to talk to people on a...you know, like, a friend level."

Gods, was he drunk? He wished he was , so he might forget the awkwardness of that introduction. Still, the offer was out there now; Adam stood and grinned, hoping the fangs wouldn't put her off too much.

You've been waiting for this ever since you were young
Be careful not to choke on your tongue