[ Adam had never been to a convention before, so he hadn't exactly known what to expect. As far as he'd been concerned it should have been a sombre, yet informative affair. Gansey was giving a talk on Glendower. He'd kind of bought in to it being scholarly. But no, there was a distinct lack of education here. Or at least, the things being informed upon are not the things he would like to take into consideration.

At one point he stops at a booth full of Dorian Gray inspired memorabilia. For a long moment he ends up frowning at it, until the girl behind asks him if he'd like any help choosing. Adam only stares at her unblinkingly for a handful of seconds before he informs her that Dorian Gray is an asshole and building a bonfire on public property without a permit is illegal, so no.

He lasts in the over stuffed hall for a while, picking up trinkets as he goes. Adam ends up with quite a collection of keychains inspired by his friends weighing down his pocket. But eventually the crowd and the noise gets to him. He finds his way to an exit, pushing through to the parking lot without small effort, cupping a hand around his ear as he goes. That's something he'll have to remember. Loud noises. Not a good thing.

But still, he can take a breather, examine the small bouncing ball he found, Henrietta's monsterous face emblazaned on it. Adam definitely enjoys that. ]

[ He has well and truly lost Gansey by now.

That usually wouldn't bother him, but he's still in parent mode thanks to his best friend becoming pint-sized and so he ventures into the main arena to find him. Immediately he's accosted by someone who wants his autograph. Adam freezes, his mouth open in surprise as his newfound fan enthuses over the plant life around the Washington Blotter office, stepping right into his personal space to talk. Adam does his best to excuse himself but the woman is not deterred. He can feel his ears burning as he takes a step back, knocking in to someone. The edges of his sneakers have begun to turn green with moss. ]

Sorry, I ah --.

[ He turns a little in the crowd and then sprints the few steps to the nearest of familiar faces. ] We have somewhere to be. [ Under his breath, to whatever poor soul he's latched on to. ] Help me.

[ WHY MUST EVERYTHING BE SO LOUD?

He's already taken his allotted aspirin for the day due to desperate times. Honestly, he's about a half a second from calling it a night. They're going to have to come back tomorrow, and the day after that, and Adam's been considering just faking his own death so people leave him alone. Which is why he barely looks up when approached, just sounds flustered and strange. ]

I don't dance.

[ Please, someone. It's time for a mercy kiling. ]

[ Go for anything, friends! ]