[ he reacts simply by observing. adam's gaze is drawn from zephir's to the subtle movement at his throat, and though he doesn't really startle, his brow furrows gently. how is it that someone can create something from nothing so easily, he wonders. it took him so many tries, over and over and over to get it right when he'd first found earth. by now, he's (nearly) perfected the process, could do it with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back, if he wanted, but still - it's intriguing. fascinating, frustrating.
he blinks, delayed again. zephir. adam tilts his head in a subtle nod. ]
Adam, [ he offers in return after a beat. the moth in his palm settles on the mushy fruit, wings fluttering idly as it feeds. adam watches the snake, stares at it like he's waiting for some kind of flaw in its design to be revealed - but he's not overly familiar with snakes. ] What will you do when it dies?
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he blinks, delayed again. zephir. adam tilts his head in a subtle nod. ]
Adam, [ he offers in return after a beat. the moth in his palm settles on the mushy fruit, wings fluttering idly as it feeds. adam watches the snake, stares at it like he's waiting for some kind of flaw in its design to be revealed - but he's not overly familiar with snakes. ] What will you do when it dies?
[ or rather, what will happen to it? ]