amun
The basket had rested in the corner, practically taunting Amun. Although he’d done his best to ignore it, it was hard given that he couldn’t work, so he was just sitting on his cot, staring around at the studio. Finally, he sighed, and grabbed his cloak. Then he’d wrapped the cloak around his body, grabbed his weird patch, and tucked the basket under his arm.
Slipping out of the studio, he closed the door quietly behind him. Then he walked very slowly through the streets, heading towards the ruins. He found a shady building, half-collapsed, where no one was visible, and shucked off his cloak. Then he moved until the sun was just visible, but he was still in shadow. Leaning against a convenient piece of nearby rubble, he considered the light streaming into his little hidey-hole. Basket still tucked into the crook of his arm, he rubbed his prosthetic absentmindedly.
Wessex
Slipping out of the studio, he closed the door quietly behind him. Then he walked very slowly through the streets, heading towards the ruins. He found a shady building, half-collapsed, where no one was visible, and shucked off his cloak. Then he moved until the sun was just visible, but he was still in shadow. Leaning against a convenient piece of nearby rubble, he considered the light streaming into his little hidey-hole. Basket still tucked into the crook of his arm, he rubbed his prosthetic absentmindedly.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
