amun
Amun wasn’t normally a confrontational person. Indeed, he preferred to live and let live, let things slide, go with the flow. So his insult wasn’t really designed to be antagonistic, just calling Loren out for being full of himself. Which meant that when the other man went to cuddle his magical deer thing the potter already felt the tension draining out of him. Okay, maybe the Ascended had been a bit more miffed about his advances being rejected in such an absolute manner; most people he’d met here had responded more positively to harmless flirting. Indeed, most people responded more positively to harmless flirting than the other man did. ”Alright. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks I guess.” It was as close as Loren was going to get from Amun. As was the fact that the Ascended held out the shard. ”Just a piece from a pot I found.” It was a peace offering.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
