@ultimate-leaders
The weekends, for Adam, is a break from the recently deceased and a shift to those who have been deceased longer than he has been alive. He sat on a bench alone, facing towards the museum’s front entrance sits, his back at the full mercy of the sun’s rays. However, he didn’t seem to mind. His lips settled into a small smile, gloved hands placed in his laps, and legs extended in front of him. Adam was in total COMFORT, tucked into the nook in between the bench and it’s arm rest.
It’s a surprisingly busy day. He noticed the influx of parents and children heading towards the entrance, a mix of noise and smells his senses (smell ESPECIALLY) weren’t too keen on. However, he’ll survive. Gold eyes lingered on the families, enjoying the joy he imposed onto them. It just made sense to him that everyone enjoyed the museum as much as he did.
The approaching scent of a human made him lose interest in the families. A stranger was more of a concern. He lock eyes with the other even before they were close and Adam brows knitted together. He only spoke when they were close enough, “Need anything?” he asked, eyebrows lift for a second.