All Washed Up [Adam/Celeste]

Aimless, aimless, aimless. That word kept coming back in the mind of Adam as he sat on the back of a chair gazing upward at the shimmering spring-time sun. Following the destruction of the Monsuta, he was able to take the remnants of the former terroristic organization with him, but it felt hollow. Yes, there was progression being made in his small faction that is Eden's Evolution, yet compared to all that went on in the world it felt like a pitiful whisper more than anything else. Honestly, it made our cute little guy kind of question where the bloody hell he ever stood in the world.

Though, in his case, he'd rather be mulling the contemplation of life with an apple lime margarita in his hand under the warmth of the sun on a tranquil beach, than mulling these notions under the burning remains of a shattered earth as all of humanity is slain in a multitude of corpses as the world ends. So, alas, he really couldn't complain much since he played his cards right in this life and managed to remain a key player, acquire some resources and kept himself clever enough to evade being imprisoned or killed when one considers all of his war crimes.

Hence, to that, Adam let out an exasperated sigh, took a sip from his drink and had a look of boredom wash over his face as he looked to the right of him to view the sea ahead.

"Man, I need something interesting to happen. All this inaction is driving a guy nutty~"

Of course, there weren't too many people around, so why not talk to yourself? Who fucking cares.

As the breeze blew through the human's oak hair, his bloody stare fixed itself on the ocean waters as the aura of an Iramasha started to approach. For a second he believed he saw a mermaid or something approaching, though he assumed either his margarita got him drunker than he once thought or that perhaps this creature shapeshifted. Knowing that he was a lightweight wimp when it came to drinking, he went with the latter and figured it was worth keeping an eye on this new entity encroaching upon his domain.

Though, what came out of the woman's mouth about Adam being a midget made the male sit down his drink, sit up out of his chair and pointed squarely the Iramasha:

"I suppose it takes a midget to know a midget."

As soon as he stood up, it was clear what he meant. While he might not have been the tallest dude on the block, he still had a good height of 5'7 or so; perfectly acceptable for oriental society if he decided to live farther east. And, what is more, that put him a good three inches above the Iramasha in height as he loomed over her.

"Of course, talking to sweet little old to me like that has consequences. So prepare to suffer, Iramasha~"

Then, without warning, the human gave a look of bloodlust before it dissolved into a cheesy grin after he had pinched her cheeks. After all: he wasn't one to care about people's personal space; especially when they went out of their way to call him a midget. Oh, the depravity of it all~

"Alright. Your punishment has been given. Now, tell me, what the hell is the great value version of The Little Mermaid doing out here?"

"Of course you don't see any moderately attractive royal dick on the beach, there is only the superior elegance of my ultra attractive essence to greet you~"

What? Was a few dick shots and knocks off his androgynous nature suppose to cut his ego down or something? Not hardly. Adam took pride in his boyish charms and no half-priced mermaid off the bargain-bin was going to tell him otherwise. So, to that, he could only let out a jovial laugh as he much enjoyed the banter.

"Besides, ya' got some nerve wantin' a 10/10 fella when you yourself look like the result of a red-headed incestual mistake."

There was a wag of the finger as Adam made a kissy face with his expression. He seemed playful to him, though his attention shifted when she asked about his age. And that only brought about a more amused chuckle to escape his milk. Five? Twenty-five? Hardly. He was well into his 200's as far as age went. However, to tell her all that on the first go? Not his style.

"Oh, you assume I'm that young? You sure know how to make a boy feel pretty."

He'd fan himself for a moment before leaning back in his chair, taking a taste of his sweet margarita and putting on his sunglasses as the sun reflected against his milky, yet firmly shaped body.

"A pretty boy like myself has to get his alone time, y'know? Soaking up the rays of keeps me youthful-looking."

Though, he figured there was no harm in divulging a little bit of the reason as to why he was here.

"Besides, with this world war business, I need time to think of my next moves in the aftermath and I can't exactly do that smack-dab in the middle of a million people."

"No family? How unfortunate. I guess you are just a living, breathing example that even god makes mistakes."

From nowhere, Adam pulled out a handkerchief and started fake crying as he sobbed for the sin of ugliness that Celeste was cursed with. It made him rather blessed to be bestowed with his boyish charms. After blowing his nose, the human's ears perked up when he heard that the yammering Iramasha ahead of him was still on about "boy this, boy that". Honestly, it was all just jibberish grasping at straws, but it was adorable in the same way that you see a kid trying to play fight an adult. So, he'd indulge her further.

"Loud, ugly and dumb? Lady, I think you need a re-roll on life. God has royally fucked you over."

Roaring with laughter, the male flicked his hair with his right hand and smirked as his crimson gaze fixed itself on Celeste.

"A pretty boy is a young man with attractive features who takes care of himself. So, clearly, slang is lost on your race. Another tragedy for the royal troglodyte."

With his banter out of the way, Adam took another sip from his drink, let the cool liquor flow into his body and focused himself on the Iramasha before an amusing observation crept into the man's mind. After giving her head a rub, the male couldn't help but state his assessment:

"Oh, I get what this is about. This is one of those playground crushes. Yanno, the one where the kid teases the kid when they really like the other kid. Sheesh, no need to be ashamed there. I don't mind a little bite to my admirers."

"Yay. I win~ Now I get to claim my prize"

Almost like a ditzy airhead, one would assume Adam was nothing more than a jovial bundle of candy, sweets, and energy as he seemed delighted to have won. The shit-eating grin left his face, and a more child-like sense of wonder bled across him as he took pleasure in the afterglow. And, while it may not have seemed like he was paying much attention to his attentions, you'd have to remember: this guy was a highly skilled ex-terroristic agent. So, to assume he was a slouch was a dangerous move.

By the time that the water started heading towards him, Adam's eyes flicked a bright shade of honey before emerald and gold hues of light retrained the water and his energy prevented the drink from flying into his face. Instead, he used his influence to guide the water back into his mouth as he took a satisfying gulp. What? You'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull the wall over this man's eyes.

"Adam Eve. But you can just call me Adam. Might've heard of me since I was the brains of the Monsuta, leader of Eden Evolution and anti-hero redeeming his war crimes."

Hm. Did he consider himself an anti-hero? Maybe. But eh, he wasn't exactly on the genocide rampage like he was in his youth. If she didn't know what the org was, it wasn't of much difference to him as he didn't care one way or the other about the past. So long as he was still breathing, he was in charge of his destiny and he'd figure out a way to rebalance his ill-karma.

"And how about you, Ariel? You got a fancy name or title or something? Teach this country boy a thing or two."

Oh right. While he was busy off in his inner monologue, he forgot about his prize. As soon as that thought entered, Adam glanced down at the woman's bosom, pointed out his right index finger and gave her chest a slight poke.

"Prize claimed. I'm still a red-blooded male on the inside."

Now having amused himself, Adam pulled out another glass of his sweet liquor, gulped it and lounged in the sun as he gazed at the solar giant above. Today was a tit-tastic day.