"so this absolute cunt really thought it'd be okay to take one look at me and suggest that those losers in hell can really make it into heaven and be redeemed!" you hummed as adam sat with his head in your lap, complaining about his musical meeting with charlie morningstar.

he looked up at you through his black lashes with a pout on his lips; you very clearly weren't paying attention. you had a book in your hands, which was taking more of your attention than adam was taking up.

now, that was something he couldn't let happen.

your book was thrown halfway across the room in one swift movement, "reading will rot your brain." he brought a clawed hand to his head and made a crazy motion against his temple.