amun
Amun shrugged at Amalia’s question. ”She didn’t answer.” Strangely, he wasn’t bothered by that fact, and his voice came out as if he was simply discussing the weather.
However, he did pull out his prosthetic from where he’d hidden it. Still hugging his knees to his chest, he glanced over at the rest of the Infirmary. ”Don’t worry about it, kitty. Or me. I’m good at making the most of whatever life throws at me, you know that.” Grinning weakly, he finally looked back at her.
"Plus, I've been through worse messes and come out the other side." Like, death, though he didn't mention that. "People are cleaning it up, never fear. Granted, they seem to have decided the best way to clean it up is to make a truly ridiculous amount of baskets, but who am I to question them?" Again, there was a ghost of his former good cheer in the words.
However, he did pull out his prosthetic from where he’d hidden it. Still hugging his knees to his chest, he glanced over at the rest of the Infirmary. ”Don’t worry about it, kitty. Or me. I’m good at making the most of whatever life throws at me, you know that.” Grinning weakly, he finally looked back at her.
"Plus, I've been through worse messes and come out the other side." Like, death, though he didn't mention that. "People are cleaning it up, never fear. Granted, they seem to have decided the best way to clean it up is to make a truly ridiculous amount of baskets, but who am I to question them?" Again, there was a ghost of his former good cheer in the words.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
