We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

Peter met the drunk mans gaze balefully, the look rather bold coming from him, not that Adam would necessarily recognize that. ”They just... smell like blood. This... this just smells like blood.” He could only assume that between the two of them, he had more experience with things like this. That wasn’t necessarily a fact e was proud of, but he did think made him more of an authority on things like this than Adam. Without anymore words from either of them, Adam got the horn loose, pulling it free with a violent squelch. The sound was enough to make Peters stomach flip, and as soon as he wasn’t needed anymore he stepped away, taking a breath of air that didn’t all but taste of copper. The other man had the same idea, though a much harder time escaping the smell, given the gore his arm was now caked in. ”Didn’t the... the god tell you what... tell you what to do?” There was still a healthy dose of skepticism in Peters tone, but he did Adam the courtesy of stepping close to look at the horn, resisting the urge to pull a scarf over his nose. He had made too big a deal about the smell to do that now. The horn didn’t look special to him. Not any different from a bull horn, at least. He’d have thought something a god would want would’ve special, unique in a way this wasn’t. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good