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antiantichrist:

Again, Adam’s motorcycle’s zooming down Serpentine, faster than should be legal. Luckily, he’s wearing his helmet, but that hasn’t stopped him (and his bike, for that matter), from getting a few dings and scratches lately. Adam has been telling him to be more careful driving. He tries, it’s just that that’s not the fact of the matter.

Adam Young has a bit of a lead foot. When he wants to go fast, he goesfast.

He parks the motorcycle on the corner, chaining it to a sign post. From the back of his bike he pulls out a backpack he’d stored in a bin he’d gotten attached to the bike last week. The Camaro, for what it was worth, was nice; although not as environmentally friendly as he would’ve liked, even for a hybrid, the idea of trunk space was nice. He pulls off his helmet, his blond hair tousling itself every which way, and walks up to the door of Irene’s building, ringing the bell with an excited grin on his face.

Irene had been laying out on her chaise chair in her room, skimming through the pages of a book, a glass of Perrier water on ice resting on the little nightstand next to her. She heard the doorbell and listened as Kate went through the normal routine of answering the door. When Irene heard Adam Young’s voice, she shot Kate a text to send him up. There was no need for her to walk down into the sitting room and make herself comfortable all over again. 

Adam toed off his shoes. This was an action he would take for very few people (read: Anathema, because she would have his head, his mom, because she would have his head). Careful not to slide on the hardwood floors of Irene’s house and smash into something, he padded around the first floor until he found the stairs, then loudly ran up them, the wood creaking under his feet.

When he got to Irene’s door, he knocked once, shrugged, and then poked his head in. “Irene!” He shouted out to her. “You seen th’new Batman movie yet? The Dark Knight Rises?” He flashed her a toothy grin and shook his backpack about.

adam (an antichrist)
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(adam young belongs to neil gaiman and terry pratchett. PB is lucas till.)

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