voleur-montparnasse , praecantationis , monbelange , inpsychicretrospect and houseofthelittlevoices saw you. How unfortunate.
It probably would have been more pleasant to meet them under less morbid circumstances. Oh well. Some sacrifices had to be made for the good of others. Others being himself. He might not be able to give you a clean, friendly hello, per se (he's ninety percent sure that with the coagulating blood on his hands, offering a handshake would be disturbingly gauche) but at least now he has one less person to worry about keeping in check.
If they wanted a better introduction, they should have come before he got the bright idea to stab one of their faulty dealers to death.
Adam raises the back of his gloved hand to his face to wipe away a smear of blood, only succeeding in spreading it wider, thinner. "What?" he croaks. It doesn't even take a full minute before he's impatient. "Jesus tap dancing Christ -- What?"
