When Adam woke up, he was at first confused. The ceiling was unfamiliar to him and so were his surroundings. That was until he remembered that he had stayed the night in Leo's room. Glancing around, he saw that he was alone, Leo having left the room at some point.
Sitting up, Adam stretched before scratching his neck, slightly annoyed by the feeling of his nails catching on the faint grooves of his scales.
"Still there, huh,"
he muttered, pulling his hand back and inspecting his fingers. His pale skin caught the early light coming through the blinds, revealing faint ridges of clear smooth scales. He frowned but didn't linger on it.
The room still smelled faintly of chemicals, the sharp sterile bite clinging just beneath the scent of something sweeter. Adam wrinkled his nose, rubbed his face, then got to his feet. The air felt strangely peaceful. Still.
