full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Given Amun’s injury, he had been unable to really work for a living. Not that the potter did much actual work, but he still hadn't mastered his prosthetic, and he was increasingly worried that it would never happen. So he had resorted to older skills of his, charming things out of people (and taking them when they weren't looking as the case might be).
Which was why he was in the market, cloaked despite the heat, given the sun overhead. Not that the heat bothered him, but he did draw looks, most of which he ignored. Sadly, it was too much attention for him to pilfer anything, so he was just eying the wares at the moment as he strolled by.
However, a familiar voice spoke up nearby, and he angled himself towards it. Smirking at Adam’s comment, the Ascended sidled up to the other man. "I feel bad for your partner, then." Still, there was a slightly off quality to the Amun's teasing reply.
Which was why he was in the market, cloaked despite the heat, given the sun overhead. Not that the heat bothered him, but he did draw looks, most of which he ignored. Sadly, it was too much attention for him to pilfer anything, so he was just eying the wares at the moment as he strolled by.
However, a familiar voice spoke up nearby, and he angled himself towards it. Smirking at Adam’s comment, the Ascended sidled up to the other man. "I feel bad for your partner, then." Still, there was a slightly off quality to the Amun's teasing reply.
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