I thought that love was in the drugs
But the more I took, the more it took away
"Eh, I dunno. Mere mortals can fuck and party and so on fine without any kinda help from Gods." Adam said defiantly, poking at the ground with a stick. Maybe one day he'd join the crowd and be madly in love with a chosen God, but he very much doubted it. Any time they did anything, it wasn't good; just meddling and messing and ruining, for inscrutable goals beyond human understanding.It was nice to get away from the topic of those deities that he'd come to particularly dislike lately, Adam tilting the stick between his hands. He'd known plenty of bounty hunters and similar types in his past life; while it'd never been a career he'd wanted for himself, he'd never really judged those that did it. It wasn't usually a job you took because you had a lot of options. "Well...it's more on the people that ordered the killings than it is you. Y'don't blame a knife for stabbing someone, you blame the guy that did it, right?" He asked, supposing he was trying to make her feel better.
The gossip of a potential love was always exciting, especially when he didn't know anyone involved so he didn't have to be invested. "Tell me more. Is he hot?"
And I could never get enough
ADAM
