"What the shit, Chase," he tossed a look over to his chaos bombing fiend. The boy sounded rather upset, but was caught off guard by Death being rather flippant in the public eye. "Jesus fuck, Death, tell us how you really feel about the guy." A knuckle brushed under his eyes to wipe away tears that dared to roll down his cheeks from laughing too damn much.
"The craic is," Adrian started, turning his attention to Preston. "We are getting higher than a mother fucking kite right now." Gaze peered down at a nestled Death against his chest. "That really tickles a lot," he admitted, trying to stifle another bout of laughter ready to shake through his chest.
It was then a giggle snagged his attention, but it wasn't from anyone inside of his room, but just outside. "There's no loitering allowed," he called out.