Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Nodding at Isla's compliment, Amun flashed a grin at her. "It's true, I'm more than just a pretty face." Slipping his illusory cloth against his face, he activated it as he kept coiling up the chains. His features started to shift until he resembled Isla herself, albeit with his own skin tone.
"There's a cock joke in there somewhere." Winking at her, he straightened up with a grunt. One chain was looped around each shoulder and he shifted his weight back and forth a few times as he found his balance.
Nodding, he started stepping towards the edge of the clearing. "I don't drink, but I'm happy to go to the Vlamvlod." He gave a slightly stilted gesture (from the chains restricting his movement) for her to lead the way.
"There's a cock joke in there somewhere." Winking at her, he straightened up with a grunt. One chain was looped around each shoulder and he shifted his weight back and forth a few times as he found his balance.
Nodding, he started stepping towards the edge of the clearing. "I don't drink, but I'm happy to go to the Vlamvlod." He gave a slightly stilted gesture (from the chains restricting his movement) for her to lead the way.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
