if I ever start to think straight
Amun smirked as Sunjata retorted to the potter's quip. Arching an eyebrow, he tapped his nose and winked at the demi-god. "Let me guess, the weight of the world? A big stick? A tune? Oh wait, no I know, a torch." The Ascended let out a chuckle and punched the Flood gently in the arm.
Laughing outright now, Amun shook his head. "Word of advice?" He leaned towards the other man and spoke in a feigned whisper. "If you're looking for sympathy, maybe don't lead with 'I was a rich kid.'" Winking, the potter resumed his lounging against the stall.
Nodding, he smiled at the Flood's thanks. "Well, I should be the one thanking you, but you're welcome. And hey, if this whole altruism thing makes you feel better, I can always find ways for you to be useful." The Ascended waggled his eyebrows.
Laughing outright now, Amun shook his head. "Word of advice?" He leaned towards the other man and spoke in a feigned whisper. "If you're looking for sympathy, maybe don't lead with 'I was a rich kid.'" Winking, the potter resumed his lounging against the stall.
Nodding, he smiled at the Flood's thanks. "Well, I should be the one thanking you, but you're welcome. And hey, if this whole altruism thing makes you feel better, I can always find ways for you to be useful." The Ascended waggled his eyebrows.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
