Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
Adam took a slow inhale as the moment stretched out between them all, then let it go as the Cat Sith turned to leave, his gun slowly lowering until he put it back in it's holster and ran a hand through his hair, puffing up his cheeks in a big sigh of relief. Coffee ran to his legs and rubbed up to his knee, glad to see his companion safe.
Looking to Amalia, who growled and seemed still aggressive (which surprised Adam; it seemed against her nature) he leaned down and gently touched a hand to her back. "Hey, c'mon, it left. We should probably get out of here too, right?"
