"F-Huh...?" He blinks once and slowly opens his eyes. The fuck is this place? All he sees is darkness; his eyes not illuminating much, but he feels... cold, and on one of his stupid human instincts (he had to remind Sera to ask God to fix those for him), he shivered. And then, a slight smell, a faint smell of.... rot. Ugh, gross.

Suddenly, two sets of bright yellow eyes shine dimly in the dark. Adam wheezes with pained breaths (another stupid human thing that was really starting to get on his nerves) and sits up slowly, feeling as if he just got stabbed in the stomach and chest multiple times. He looks around, finally realizing where he is. "The fuck?" Adam glances around with what leverage he has, and the horns on his mask knock up against the sides and roof of the tight coffin. Shit, fucking hell. No hollow sound reverberating back, which meant he (and the hopefully-dead body next to him) were buried.

"Uh.. hah, look, Lutey Cutie, if this is your idea of a prank it isn't a good one-" Adam laughs nervously, though he quickly seems to panic. He can't use any of his totally-cool superpowers or whatever, his chest still fucking hurts, and he can't even fucking stretch in this stupid-ass box coffin.