Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
It had been a while since the promise of the date and Sam had begun to wonder, just in the back of his mind, if Amun had thought better of it. As much as he didn't want that idea to sink in, it had it's grips on him; he was thankful when the letter came to reassure. The stress had then been replaced with the much more pleasant worry of what to wear.
He'd ended up going simple, remembering some compliment that Nate had given him years ago about how he looked good dressed down from his usual layered, formal look. A white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show a little chest hair, and some dark blue pants. Sam felt a little conscious walking to the Vlamvoed, but thankfully the late hour and his shy steps kept him out of too many people's attention.
He had expected there to be some kind of event occurring, or maybe Amun in a backroom with only the Thought Player and two feet of space. What he had not expected was live music and a whole prepared bar. As Sam entered he looked about with an amazed smile on his face, in a scandalised (yet delighted) whisper saying only: "Amun."
He'd ended up going simple, remembering some compliment that Nate had given him years ago about how he looked good dressed down from his usual layered, formal look. A white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show a little chest hair, and some dark blue pants. Sam felt a little conscious walking to the Vlamvoed, but thankfully the late hour and his shy steps kept him out of too many people's attention.
He had expected there to be some kind of event occurring, or maybe Amun in a backroom with only the Thought Player and two feet of space. What he had not expected was live music and a whole prepared bar. As Sam entered he looked about with an amazed smile on his face, in a scandalised (yet delighted) whisper saying only: "Amun."
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
