amun
What people had apparently failed to mention about LongNight was that there were, well, people everywhere. While normally Amun was a fan of getting cozy, he’d spotted children, while families, and yet not a single hidden corner to be seen. He’d known that he’d have to be quiet, of course. He just hadn’t known he’d have to be invisible too.
Trying not to let the disappointment show, he scanned the crowd for someone who might distract him. He ended up getting two for the price of one as familiar figures, ones he’d already spoken to caught his eye. He grinned wickedly, all disappointment gone, as he sauntered over, hands in his pockets. Although he was dressed rather plainly—he was new here and hadn’t had the chance to update his wardrobe—he walked with the confidence of a man he knew he looked good in anything. Or nothing, as the case might be.
He preferred nothing.
Then he was near enough to his intended targets to hear them speak. ”How about two? I think I heard something about posing nude.” Then potter winked at both of them, his tone positively lascivious. ”Blondie and Gorgeous together. Must be your lucky LongNight.” Because they got Amun, of course.
Trying not to let the disappointment show, he scanned the crowd for someone who might distract him. He ended up getting two for the price of one as familiar figures, ones he’d already spoken to caught his eye. He grinned wickedly, all disappointment gone, as he sauntered over, hands in his pockets. Although he was dressed rather plainly—he was new here and hadn’t had the chance to update his wardrobe—he walked with the confidence of a man he knew he looked good in anything. Or nothing, as the case might be.
He preferred nothing.
Then he was near enough to his intended targets to hear them speak. ”How about two? I think I heard something about posing nude.” Then potter winked at both of them, his tone positively lascivious. ”Blondie and Gorgeous together. Must be your lucky LongNight.” Because they got Amun, of course.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
