(Untitled)

[last_adam]

*Adam. In the bar. Happy.

Perhaps shifting a bit uncomfortably. It's possible that a dragon burned a hole in his last pair of boxers. Have you ever tried to wear a pair of boxers with a hole burned in them? It's really not very comfortable at all.

But he's happy nonetheless. And perhaps messing about with the shiny thing on his right hand.Right

Comments

[creator_raven]

Raven is distracted by the shiny.

Really, that's the only reason his gaze is fixed on the ring on Adam's hand.

Then he meets Adam's eyes, grinning.

"It is very pretty, I think. New?"

[last_adam]

*Adam nods.*

Christmas present.

*He smiles. Grins, really.*

I like it.

[creator_raven]

Raven ruffles his hair.

"I am glad it fits you so."

[last_adam]

*He runs his thumb along it once more, smiling brightly.*

Me, too.

How did you spend the day, yesterday? I assume you don't celebrate.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks, tilting his head.

"There was sleeping, I think."

Mostly sleeping.

And possibly eating large amounts of cookies.

Or he was staring blankly at the wall.

Something like that.

[last_adam]

Sleep is good.

Sleep is a perfectly respectable way to spend the day, Christmas or no.

*Adam smiles again. Really, he just can't stop.*

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes him in the belly.

"Your face is broken, I think."

[last_adam]

*Adam sticks his tongue out, laughing.*

Broken?

[creator_raven]

"Parts of it are very crooked, I think."

His own face twists into a smirk.

Well, his mouth does.

[last_adam]

Not crooked. Just... oddly shaped.

*He winks.*

[creator_raven]

"Lumpy bits are the enemy, I think."

This is accompanied by a solemn nod.

No, really.

[last_adam]

Lumpy bits?

*Adam's voice squeaks a bit.*

[creator_raven]

Raven tweaks Adam's nose.

[last_adam]

*Adam pokes Raven in the belly.*

No fair.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a very high pitches sound, and jumps.

"Neither was that. We are even, yes?"

His eyes are black and bright, and he's trying hard not to laugh.

[last_adam]

*Adam narrows his eyes, the smile creeping back to the edges of his mouth.*

Fair.