[ Adam wonders if this is what having a cat must be like. Not one chosen, but the kind that turns up at your door and gets hair all over your stuff and before you know it you're staring at too many kinds of food in the grocery store trying to figure out what would please the little bastard. ]
You told me jack shit. [ The moment he curses his voice changes, moves away from the careful and clipped voice he tries so hard to cultivate to the round and country sound of Henrietta. To him it's a dirty accent, it brings up bleached grass and dust and the heat of metal. He can't ever wash it out. ] You told me you weren't human and you disappeared.
[ He doesn't answer the second thing, just crosses his arms across his chest and tries desperately to calm himself. ]
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You told me jack shit. [ The moment he curses his voice changes, moves away from the careful and clipped voice he tries so hard to cultivate to the round and country sound of Henrietta. To him it's a dirty accent, it brings up bleached grass and dust and the heat of metal. He can't ever wash it out. ] You told me you weren't human and you disappeared.
[ He doesn't answer the second thing, just crosses his arms across his chest and tries desperately to calm himself. ]