A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Yeah, found...over by the lake." Adam shrugged with a casualness very unsuitable for having a dragon as a pet, but seemed to not need to put any effort into his indifference. Where he had come from dragons had been pests, mostly, big lizards that lived in valleys and killed sheep...they hadn't guarded treasure, or been this cute. Are identified with pinpoint accuracy the issues of Adam's occupation in his new home. With a sigh and a roll of his shoulders, he nodded. "Yeah, it's rough. I guess I gotta work out something new, but I don't wanna be a farmer or some shit like that. I'm meant for something better." Quite what something better was he didn't say, but he looked up with a spark in his eyes towards some unknown dream. Slumping further down the shelf just a little he looked Are up and down. "What do you do?" Not fashion, that's for sure, he thought, but kept that to himself. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.