"There are so many people outside my room right now." If he didn't have enhanced senses before, he would of sworn he had them now. And, if by a lot, he meant two, then he would have right.
Adrian grunted, pushing Death's head away from his chest. "Move dat ass because I've got to be a gracious host. Sing Be Our Guest or some shit," he said with a grunt, slowly bringing himself up to his feet. The rush of blood his head (the one upstairs) had intensified whatever effects the bomb had on him.
"Nessa', you little slut," he exclaimed throwing his arms up into the air. "That's why you're so popular, eh? Atta girl! He rested the palm of his hand atop of her head and ruffled her hair. Gaze drifted over to Meredith. They hadn't spoken since that night, and things were more tense than usual.
"You couldn't handle not seeing my face anymore, huh," a grin spread across his lips.