Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"Oh, shut up, it's just...the first kinda nice thing I could think of." Adam claimed, as if thoughts of sapphires had not crossed his mind before when he looked into Pet's eyes. As if he wasn't feeling telltale tugs at his heart everytime they kissed - no, he assured himself, he had just thought of gems because he was a thief.
He did not know Ronin too well, but from the drink they had had together he was surprised that the man was apparently close to the Gods. He had not seemed the devout type.
Adam had always gone for what he had wanted, maybe because he had never had much of a lineage to live up to. Amalia had seemed so right for the little shop; shy and sweet. But if she wanted to do something else, he didn't see why she couldn't just do it."...So if you weren't a baker, what would you be?"
"You might feel kinda fuzzy...or relaxed? Floaty?" He tossed the words around, unsure which would strike true.
