amun
Although Deimos hadn’t said a word, his presence was unmistakable. Indeed, as soon as the General arrived, Amun glanced up. Seeing who it was, he grinned easily, not at all perturbed by the silence. ”Hey big guy. Thanks for coming.” Winking at the other man, the potter set aside his broom.
Stepping closer, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Excited to be your guildmate, mate, but as I said in my note, I gotta have a kiln to do my best work. Well, in the studio, that is." He chuckled, the sound dark and low. Pointing at the corner where he'd planned to put the kiln, he smiled. "Think you can help me out with that, big guy? I'd be oh so grateful." He winked again for good measure.
Stepping closer, he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Excited to be your guildmate, mate, but as I said in my note, I gotta have a kiln to do my best work. Well, in the studio, that is." He chuckled, the sound dark and low. Pointing at the corner where he'd planned to put the kiln, he smiled. "Think you can help me out with that, big guy? I'd be oh so grateful." He winked again for good measure.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
