Walk in the Woods

As creepy as woods could be, there was something kind of comforting in that the trees here looked just as sodding boring as the trees back home. They were basically exactly the same. Adam had even tasted them, just to be sure; he thought he'd picked up a vague minty taste on one but had decided it had to have been his imagination. The reason he was there was to look for some kind of magical door, a portal maybe, or heck, he'd settle for a road - just a way to get somewhere he knew. He'd heard them all talk about this bubble, sure, but he was Adam Motherfuckin' Pikely and no bubble was going to stop him. ...But perhaps getting lost was. He hadn't kept track of where he'd entered the woods from, and the sun here seemed unhelpful, never quite in the right place in the sky; licking his finger for the wind didn't help either (he'd never actually understood that. He just knew you were meant to do it). After about an hour of wandering aimlessly he flopped down against a tree, sitting in the roots and trying to not yell several expletives in exhaustion in case some magical tree fairy would be offended, or some shit. Just because he was lost didn't meant he couldn't have some fun. He began to root around in his bag for something to take the edge of his rising panic and dread off, because those emotions were just so not sexy. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave