Amun rolled his eyes. [say]”So Sunjata, Phoebe, that asshole stick in the mud Launceleyn and even Frey are all weaklings too? Because last I check, none of them stopped the mud monster from reaching the festival either”[/say] Crossing his arms, he gave Oliver a pointed look. [say]”Stop pitying yourself. It’s uncalled for and unattractive.”[/say] Unfortunately, there was more than a bit of scorn in the Ascended’s voice.
At the other man’s suggestion, the potter spread his hands. Well, hand and prosthetic. [say]”How? I went to Deimos, and this is what he gave me. So if you have a better suggestion, I’m all ears.”[/say] Tilting his head, he stared steadily at Oliver, eyes boring into the other man.
At the other man’s suggestion, the potter spread his hands. Well, hand and prosthetic. [say]”How? I went to Deimos, and this is what he gave me. So if you have a better suggestion, I’m all ears.”[/say] Tilting his head, he stared steadily at Oliver, eyes boring into the other man.
