amun
As Loren bristled Amun just gave the other man an easy wink. ”Your loss, honey. As Astra here can attest, I’m quite good with my hands.” The potter gave the luxere another scratch, before patting her side. Tilting his head, Amun spun the pottery shard idly as he considered Loren. The other man was an odd one, and not the potter’s type after all (which basically extended to available, which Loren most emphatically was not). Still, it was odd to see someone else in the underground. ”What brings you down here?” The question was accompanied by an easy smile; Amun wasn’t one to get upset about a little thing like rejection.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
