Just a Little Bit

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "What's upstairs?" Adam laughed and shook his head. "My bedroom. Cmon. We can talk up there, anyway. S'more private and comfy." He turned and began to head out of the kitchen, through a small sitting room (which was mostly covered in clothes and jewellry he had 'obtained') then up a small set of stairs, taking Peter to a balcony bedroom. The bed was not too big, but was covered in several puffy layers of blankets and pillows. All around the ceiling and walls, already, colourful and patterned cloths hung, turning the light from the windows into a hazy kaleidoscope. Adam walked in, stretched his arms up and sat on the bed, motioning for Pet to sit next to him. "..Before we do anything though...you are...ughh." He didn't like serious conversations, and he'd been having way too many of them lately. "You're doing this for the right reasons, like? Cos you like me and you wanna do this and you're horny? None of your uh...family put you up to it or anything?" i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.