amun
As tall, dark, and handsome spoke, Amun smirked. ”Yeah. I know I’m free.” His voice came out cheerfully. When everyone else gathered round, the potter glanced at them all. ”I just meant, is there a plan beyond dumping broken wood in your wagon, big guy.” This time his tone was more than a bit teasing, though there was absolutely nothing malicious about it.
At the talk of rebuilding, and of ceremonies, the potter shrugged. ”Alright, soooooo, ceremony now or later?” He hefted his shovel, slinging it across his back as he waited patiently to find out just what the fuck they were doing next. He'd sing another song or shovel detritus, whichever he was told to do. Whistling while he waited, Amun's eyes drifted to each of the party in turn.
At the talk of rebuilding, and of ceremonies, the potter shrugged. ”Alright, soooooo, ceremony now or later?” He hefted his shovel, slinging it across his back as he waited patiently to find out just what the fuck they were doing next. He'd sing another song or shovel detritus, whichever he was told to do. Whistling while he waited, Amun's eyes drifted to each of the party in turn.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
