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
Luckily, his touch and gentle encouragment seemed to work, and Amalia shifted back to herself; Adam still found it hard not to stare, mouth open, at the transformation. That sort of thing was left to legend or really weird fetish erotica, where he was from. As she fully reappeared before him he looked off, tried to pretend he hadn't been watching.
They headed back. Adam was idly considering just what he might have for dinner (how dull his life had become, he might have thought, if he was aware of himself in that moment) when Amalia asked him a question that made him stop walking, eyes wide.
The sky is stained red and the laughter rings in your ears. The pain is searing, you've thought you had to die now about a thousand times, but you don't. It's all your goddamn fault, and you're ruined, and dad's gonna be embarrassed, and--
"I do not fucking talk about that." He spat out, more venemous than he meant to towards his friend.
