A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Aw, well, hey, you don't look that bad..." Adam mumbled, suddenly feeling bad (and when he was drunk, feelings of guilt couldn't just be swallowed down as they usually were) about his comment. "I'm sure you're a fine guy." It seemed Are was going to say something but stopped himself before the words actually found form -- Adam didn't push. He was too drunk and tired to be annoying right now (or at least, his usual levels of it) and just slumped down now far enough that he was just laying on the floor again, staring up at the ceiling. "I mean, yeah, but I wanna be the hero of everyone else's story too." He said, in a tone that verged on whiny. "I...don't think I'd be much good at making shoes. I'm already rooming with a farmer whose tryina get me to plant shit, and I'm ok at that. It's boring, though. The best thing is his dog." Coffee, from where he had been curled up by Adam's head, suddenly looked up as if offended. "You're better, Coffs, don't worry." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.