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
"Yeah, boof. Like..." Adam pushed his fingers up into his own hair, fanning it up and out to make it appear bigger. His hair was thick enough that it stayed in place after he had shaped it, making him look like an uneven toilet brush. Though when Amalia asked her unsure, sad question, he shook his head and took a lock of her hair in his fingers. "No, no. Your hair's fine. It's really nice, actually. But that doesn't mean you can't change it for a look - sometimes you can mix things up for a different vibe, y'know?"
She went off to get the gift and he laid back, hands behind his head. "No one ever celebrates it? Fuck that, I'll do you a par--" Adam sat up with a start as he heard the series of concerning noises - immediately his head rushed and he nearly fell back down, but he determined stayed up to watch and see if Amalia was going to return.
He heard movement, then footsteps coming back up the stairs, so he assumed she likely wasn't dead. "You okay? I heard you eat shit out there."
At first he almost didn't recognise what the gift was, but as soon as he realised he reached out to grab it, held it up to study it - his drinking horn, the very same! "Motherfucker! How long have you had this? Why did you--?" Not finishing his question he took a sip from it, seeing if it still held the cider he had originally placed within.
