idle hands

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "I mean, it's alright sometimes, but I had a goddamn life I got plucked outta for no reason." Adam complained, making a face. He'd begun to forget a lot of the things he'd been doing back in his world, had lost memories of faces and names. It was frightening, the way he felt himself slipping away from his 27 years on the road. The mentioned hook up brightened his spirits somewhat; sex was always a pick-me-up. What decidedly did not lift them was Lucas suddenly thrusting a book before his face, Adam feeling hot creeping embarrassment in his chest before he'd even laid eyes on the meaningless scribbles. He scanned the page for any of the few words he knew, not because he knew the letters but because he could recognise the shape. Inn, Gun, Adam, Town, Invitation. None of them were there, and he stared blankly for a moment before forcing a fake smile. "I think its fucking boring. Why don't you tell me just what I'm looking at?" He said, with enough sass to come off as obnoxious rather than clueless. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.