Watch Jane Run

Adam turned around as he heard a voice, looking up to see a man he faintly recognised. Not well enough to know his name, but the white hair was distinctive enough that he knew he'd seen this person before in the background or at events. This man addressed him as sir, something hardly anyone did after taking in his roguish appearance, and he raised his eyebrows with an amused, questioning smile. "Loreseekers, huh?" What an odd name, and not a particularly telling one. It sounded like something far too highbrow for Adam to want to be a part of, but he was intrigued. Taking a couple steps up, he held out his hands for a board. "Lemme carry one. You look tired." Perhaps a year prior, when he had been less caring, less cared for, he would not have noticed such a thing and would never have offered - but now the world had shown him some of the value of kindness and naturally, without knowing, he had begun to return it. The book laid back unloved where it had been picked up from. "I'm uh...to be honest, I had no idea this was all here. What do you even do down here?" A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?