ADAM
In the rather simple, fantastical world Adam had lived in, where things made of plastic had been none existent and streets were typically covered in well, shit, the concept of 'littering' was pretty foreign. He frowned over at the stranger in confusion and irritation (he could still tell he was being told off) and watched as the waves came up to take away his admittedly kinda gross tobacco-spit. "Look. Sorted."
A moment stretched on where Adam wondered if he was gonna be left alone, but it seemed not; this person wanted a conversation. Normally, he loved the chance to flex his charismatic muscles, but in the midst of his cigarette-eating-breakdown, Adam wasn't in the most chipper nor sociable mood. "No, it didn't fucking taste good, but nothing tastes of fucking anything nowadays. I wanted to see if I could kick my stupid broken tongue into working, but-" He gestured wide with his hands. "-Nope."
"Still broken, like my goddamn limp cock!" Adam shouted out to the ocean, stepping back with an almost drunken swing, apparently not caring about sharing that personal information.
A moment stretched on where Adam wondered if he was gonna be left alone, but it seemed not; this person wanted a conversation. Normally, he loved the chance to flex his charismatic muscles, but in the midst of his cigarette-eating-breakdown, Adam wasn't in the most chipper nor sociable mood. "No, it didn't fucking taste good, but nothing tastes of fucking anything nowadays. I wanted to see if I could kick my stupid broken tongue into working, but-" He gestured wide with his hands. "-Nope."
"Still broken, like my goddamn limp cock!" Adam shouted out to the ocean, stepping back with an almost drunken swing, apparently not caring about sharing that personal information.
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