Priorities

"That's fine! I got long legs. I do fucking miss my horse, though." Adam said, far too chipper, as he walked alongside Nate. He quite like that Nate's house was out of the way, though he wouldn't tell Nate why: if he had to go into hiding for any reason, it was always better to have somewhere out of town. Teacup. The name was so surprisingly cute for this man that Adam couldn't help the bubble of laughter that rose from him, the raising of his eyebrows. He said no actual words on it, but it was clear he found the name choice amusing. He was also sure that the dog wouldn't be guarding the chickens constantly, so there would be plenty of times for ear rubs. Adam was good at plenty of things, but none of them very related to housework or chickens. Still, he did have a great talent for selling himself. "Oh, loads. I'm a real goddamn good shot, can ride any horse you give me for miles, can climb any wall in about five seconds flat...and hey, buddy. Hate to tell you this but you ain't the sweetest talker in the world. How about you let me do your talkin', your haggling? I'll get you better deals on whatever the fuck it is you do...and what is it? That you do?" ADAM maybe i'm my own greatest fear maybe i'm too scared to admit that i might not be as dark as i think maybe i'm not the person that i never wanted to be