ADAM
"And clearly, it rubbed off on you." Adam couldn't help the tiny quip, but it was said gentler than before, with a quiet sort of hesitation. It wasn't as if Deimos was a particular fashion disaster, anyway - he just did not dress with the same suggestive flair that Adam himself did, which was probably for the best. With the Reaper's muscles, he didn't know if he'd be able to stand up to the competition.
Carefully he watched Deimos handle his pistol, with a face not unlike a mother watching someone hold her child. That he knew what it was, knew the word 'gun'...well, that made Deimos rather special. Surprised, Adam nodded. "Yeah! Most people here don't know that - you seen one before? I can show you how it works, if you want. I got a fuckload of ammo nowadays." Since Lucas had died and so graciously left Adam his replicator box (read: Adam had stolen the replicator box) he'd been able to produce all the bullets he'd wanted, yet had had pitifully little excuse to use them.
Carefully he watched Deimos handle his pistol, with a face not unlike a mother watching someone hold her child. That he knew what it was, knew the word 'gun'...well, that made Deimos rather special. Surprised, Adam nodded. "Yeah! Most people here don't know that - you seen one before? I can show you how it works, if you want. I got a fuckload of ammo nowadays." Since Lucas had died and so graciously left Adam his replicator box (read: Adam had stolen the replicator box) he'd been able to produce all the bullets he'd wanted, yet had had pitifully little excuse to use them.
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Base Code by Sky!
