In this world we’re living the roles are still poisoned by the world we were before. Adam looks happy with me in his arms, so I relax my grip on him. I certainly hate using Earth roles, but I’m grateful they are there: they’re very useful to treat with unexpected fuckers like this one. Softly, slowly, so that I don’t wake up the beast, I move to his side, keeping my hand over him at all the time. How can I get rid of him, once and for all?
“Let’s go to meet my fans.” I smile, the best way I can, and I simulate again to fall, just to let him grab me. “They are really funny people!”
“Why should we meet them? I thought you wanted to be with me…” I try to evaluate his psychological state, without being noticed. His pupils are extremely dilated. His forehead is covered in pearls of sweat. But he seem to have forces to do whatever he wants, I can feel his muscles tense. He is definitely either intoxicated or ill. Maybe he ate something like I did that reacted wrongly on his body. I decide to ask directly.
“Are you OK, Adam? You seem to be…rigid.” I kiss him on the cheek. One for the play. He’s burning. I release him and walk out, but I keep a close distance, so he could grab me if he wants. “Did you take something before finding me back? I did! Some kind of …cone…”
“I took that cake…it was quite delicious…” I try to walk him direction our small party. “Where are we going now?” He is definitely drugged. I don’t usually commit such a big mistake judging my partners. But the fact he showed that behavior means for me that, deep inside, he’s like that. And I don’t like that.
“To the party, I told you. With my new friends.” I wave in the dark and Ea, that seemed to be showing more than a basic interest in my personna, leaves the group and comes to meet us. Very good.