[ adam seems to contemplate the presented options, his free hand idly popping the plastic egg in his hand open and closed by his side. he's not a partier, at least not in the way most people here seem to be, though he's not entirely opposed to visiting the drug den, perhaps at a later date. a parlor seems more his speed - likely quieter, darker, intimate, air heavy with cigarette smoke if he's lucky.
and yet, as he casts a brief glance toward iggy, catching him in profile, he finds himself asking: ]
no subject
and yet, as he casts a brief glance toward iggy, catching him in profile, he finds himself asking: ]
You've enough of them for a collection?
[ well. that's decided. ]