[ Definitely like owning a cat. Adam watches him for a moment, a clear argument working in behind his eyes. He thinks about forcing him out, locking the door, going to sleep. He thinks about all the studying he should be doing and the assignments that are piling up and how tomorrow he has to go straight to job number two after class and work into the small hours of the night. He thinks about all of this and yet he moves to where a small fridge is tucked away, pulling it open to find a soda. It's not difficult, he doesn't have much. Once he's grabbed it he moves back to the desk and his chair, powering down his laptop and sitting. ]
I'm from here. [ He doesn't sound upset and yet there's a flatness to his voice. ] Just not this part of here. [ Not where the rich live and love. He's from Henrietta's dusty edges. And he's angry at himself for letting that slip. But then again, nobody could walk into his apartment and not realise that Adam Parrish is nothing. ] I've lived in Henrietta my whole life.
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I'm from here. [ He doesn't sound upset and yet there's a flatness to his voice. ] Just not this part of here. [ Not where the rich live and love. He's from Henrietta's dusty edges. And he's angry at himself for letting that slip. But then again, nobody could walk into his apartment and not realise that Adam Parrish is nothing. ] I've lived in Henrietta my whole life.