see a seer cat

Adam

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

Despite the whole war thing looming on the horizon, Adam was having a pretty chill time of it. He and Pet had found themselves a nice little hole to hide away from the world in in their cave and Torchline, while he couldn't partake in a lot of it's more crude delights anymore, was still his kind of town. He'd begun to come to a kind of peace about the inability to fuck or get drunk, because he'd had to.

Still, as much as he was enjoying the calm, he wouldn't turn down some fun when it came up; when Maeve asked him to help her find a Seer Cat in the docks, it sounded like it could become shenanigans quite quickly. He was in.

It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to make it's descent in the sky; the day had been cloudy and mild for the beach anyway, but he still brought his parasol. Partly out of caution and partly out of a concern for fashion. Adam had found he was quite partial to the drama that the shade cast upon his face gave. Waiting for Maeve by the end of one of the docks, parasol in one hand and a knife flipping back and forth in the other, he hoped to look exactly like the cool rogue one might expect to see on the port of Torchline.

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