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[last_adam]

*Adam waits by the lake. He looks around him, making sure everything is ready. He's a little nervous, and takes a few deep breaths. Everything will go fine. It would. He's Adam, he can do this. He's got everything he needs, and he sits and waits.*

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[last_adam]

*Adams eyes are blank*

Hmm? What?

*he looks down at the clothes he's nearly torn apart with his hands*

Oh, these?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Yes. Those. Unless you have a better idea?

[last_adam]

No! I, um.

*were it actually possible for Adam to turn any more red, he would*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul is enjoying himself far too much*

You, um, Adam?

[last_adam]

Uh uh

*it is unclear whether this is a statement or a question*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Adam?

*And Paul is dressed again, squeaky clean, with the addition of a fedora*

[last_adam]

okay, then.

*Adam stands up and brushes his hands on his now-dry clothes*

Well. Then. Right. I guess we'll just, um. Go back in, then.


right.

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul grabs Adam by the wrist with a very clean, cold, hand.

And places the fedora on Adam's head with the other.*

Do what you want. Always.

[last_adam]

*Adam adjusts the fedora, stands up straight and leans over to kiss Paul before grabbing his wrist and yanking him along behind him, running towards the bar*