Adam knew where Beelzebub been, but not through his scent; through something deeper that tugged at him, pulled at his mind to whisper that everything marked in that way belonged to him. All he needed to do was take it. He shook his head to clear out the beckoning mists.
"John tried to teach me once. I wasn't real good at gettin' the balls in the holes..." The boy knew exactly how that sounded, yet he continued. Looking weak was not an option. "Besides, it'd be rude of me to ask you to get out of bed."
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Date: 2007-12-11 08:02 am (UTC)"John tried to teach me once. I wasn't real good at gettin' the balls in the holes..." The boy knew exactly how that sounded, yet he continued. Looking weak was not an option. "Besides, it'd be rude of me to ask you to get out of bed."