>> Adam: FUCKING DO SOMETHING

[Roger Smith]

Fore an entire thirty-seven seconds, Adam stared at the closed door as if it were the source of every difficulty in his life. Behind the sheen of daylight glinting off of his glasses, there was only the dull, faintly simmering rage and discontent he always carried with him. But really, he couldn't even bring himself to be mad at this particular instant in time. "You are blameless in this, front door." He placed a hand gently on the door, and just...just patted it lightly. "You will be spared from my ranting and raving for now."

And he turned around, just gazing around blankly. "Right, so...go somewhere. But don't go anywhere. God damn it this is stupid."

He was off, back at his old game, hovering just a few inches above the ground as he went on his way to the wonderful nowhere he had in mind. Constantly mumbling and griping to himself under his breath, he got more than a few curious and odd looks as he went, making for the gates of the city with no great rush to his going.

He almost missed it entirely when he passed back out into the forest of the tangled green, only pausing to give a silent, general 'fuck you' to the entire jungle-forest-mass of trees and try to remember which way it was to the damn gate back to the delightful little nondescript hub of this place.