[If nothing else, he's always been good at improvising! And relies on that strategy maybe a little more often than he should. You can try and Dad him out of that habit, Venom, but he is fresh out of fucks to give.
Adam takes the busted toy and – this, after the way he'd handled it earlier – gently sets it back down in its place. He'd far from pulverized it; it might even be something he'd be able to fix, should he feel guilty enough about it later to try. Settling back, he folds his arms, the black polycarbonate bunches of myomers flexing and extending almost like the real cords of muscle they're meant to emulate. He regards the other man levelly.]
Maybe. Granted, I've been a little short on patience lately. [Something something "wild goose chase across the globe," something something "conspiracies perpetuated by the people he'd thought he could trust." But there's no animosity in his tone, even if his words are blunt.
There's a questioning look about him though, obvious even with his eyes shielded from view. What is it that the guy's looking for, if not some musical accompaniment?]
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Adam takes the busted toy and – this, after the way he'd handled it earlier – gently sets it back down in its place. He'd far from pulverized it; it might even be something he'd be able to fix, should he feel guilty enough about it later to try. Settling back, he folds his arms, the black polycarbonate bunches of myomers flexing and extending almost like the real cords of muscle they're meant to emulate. He regards the other man levelly.]
Maybe. Granted, I've been a little short on patience lately. [Something something "wild goose chase across the globe," something something "conspiracies perpetuated by the people he'd thought he could trust." But there's no animosity in his tone, even if his words are blunt.
There's a questioning look about him though, obvious even with his eyes shielded from view. What is it that the guy's looking for, if not some musical accompaniment?]