#thread; adam

@lcbcshcart​ | title; would you like a cup? (Adam & Alec) | from a starter call

     Adam was unsure what to make of his unexpected guest. For a few minutes, he held the door open, completely at a loss for what to do. But his mother had raised him to be polite and hospitable, so standing back with his hand on the door, he invited his guest in.

@amity-and-enmity​ | title; it could’ve happened to anyone (Adam & Amber) | cont. from here

     “Well, the table is something I can help with, so—” But Adam cut himself off when she tore the napkins from his hand. Blinking a couple of times at the brusqueness, he dismissed it and grabbed for more. Of course she was mad, anyone would be with this disaster. Most of the mess had sopped up by now, but she was right about the skirt—it was, without a doubt, ruined. He offered her the rest of the napkins he’d grabbed and took a step back. His eyes went back to the broken table leg, then craned his head to search for an employee, manager, someone he might be able to flag down.

     He found one—a girl who looked alarmed at the commotion. She also hurried with a towel, muttering apologies as she tried to further clean up the mess. “The table leg’s broken. I think the café is responsible for maintaining it, so that makes your manager responsible for the spilled drink and the damages. To her skirt.”

     The girl stared, wide-eyed and uncertain. “I’ll uh I’ll go ask him what we can do,” she said, then turned to the victim of this disaster. “I’m so sorry.” Then she rushed away.

     Adam was quick, grabbing napkins from the dispenser. He used them to sop up the worst of the spill on the table, then turned to grab more to gather what spilled on the floor. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” he said. “I saw the whole thing. The table must’ve been… possessed or something.” Or perhaps just unsteady with one leg shorter than the others.

@southern-belle-outcasts​ sent: ‘ i’m just not hungry. ’ Kaylee / Adam

@skymma​ sent:  ❛ this is where i grew up. ❜ / tanja showing adam pictures on her laptop

memes for the werewolves! || accepting

     “Yeah?” He leaned in when prompted, head touching hers. The scent of her hair, of her, surrounded him. Any excuse to be close to her.

     Not that he needed an excuse or anything.

     “It’s pretty.” Adam smiled and pointed at a figure in one of the pictures. “Who’s that?”

memes | selectively accepting

     Who could it be at this hour? It wasn’t late, but Adam had just got in from his long shift at the hardware store. He wanted to sit for a few minutes with his feet up, maybe have a beer and some food. The knock at the door had him back on his feet. 

     Rather than showing his mild annoyance, Adam adopted a curious and somewhat concerned expression when he opened the door.