bro you fucking shot me

Sorry might not have fixed it, but that was all Adam had, so the best he could do was an apologetic shrug. Besides, Lucas didn't seem particularly distressed. He seemed at about the level of irritation someone would be at if they'd split some soup on a nice shirt. "What the fuck is it that you're bleeding?" He asked, leaning forward to look. Was Lucas dead, as per his theory, or sick with a very strange disease? Was he filled with water like a balloon? Did he need a cork putting in the hole? Adam resisted the temptation to shove his finger in the circle after Lucas'. "Y...Y'don't feel pain...?" His escape or lack thereof seemed very unimportant next to the fact that this guy didn't feel pain and bled transparent goo. "Uh, no. I wanna talk about this. What's your deal?" ADAM We could get better Because we're not dead yet