An Odd Church

"One that looked better than this dump." Adam replied with a snort, not taking Edy's criticisms seriously when she was so sarcastic; he recognised himself in her and it softened what might have been a bristle of offence into amusement. He supposed Witch wasn't the used word around here, then, but she offered no advice on what was better, so Witch it was for now. He jumped back a little as she suddenly burst into flame, wings and flames bursting from her. Once his heart had settled he grinned, a lopsided charming expression, which quickly turned to a look of alarm as she seemed to be reaching towards his Crown Jewels...but then she didn't grasp them so he relaxed with a light laugh. "Damn. That's some good shit. Not sure whoever cleans the benches'll think so, though." His legs were now spread comically far apart, so he laughed and moved them even further, hooking one foot over the back of another seat nearby. This position made his pants show certain things very obviously. Certain big things. But mostly it was for the joke, and he made no particular effort to acknowledge it in the face of Edy going up in flames. "I never had no magic, personally. Good as hell shot and I can ride a horse better than anyone you've ever met...but can't do sparky shit." adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave