Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Waggling his eyebrows at Maea's description, Amun gave her his best scowl. Still, he burst out laughing a moment later. "I could slick my hair back. Maybe even some makeup around my eyes to really complete the look." He mimed wiping some of the mud around his eyes, though he didn't actually touch his face.
Arching an eyebrow as she explained the compass, he smirked. "Suppose that's useful. How'd you get it?"
Nodding, he reached up towards his chin again. However, his hand stopped before it touched his chin again. Grimacing, he dropped it to his side. "Me too. They immediately started plotting though." He shook his head. "I guess I did too," he admitted with a laugh.
Poking at another mud puddle with his foot, he stepped over it. Then he turned in a full circle. "I can't see anything in this mist, can you?" He waved his hands through it in a futile attempt to part it. "Some scouting mission this was."
Arching an eyebrow as she explained the compass, he smirked. "Suppose that's useful. How'd you get it?"
Nodding, he reached up towards his chin again. However, his hand stopped before it touched his chin again. Grimacing, he dropped it to his side. "Me too. They immediately started plotting though." He shook his head. "I guess I did too," he admitted with a laugh.
Poking at another mud puddle with his foot, he stepped over it. Then he turned in a full circle. "I can't see anything in this mist, can you?" He waved his hands through it in a futile attempt to part it. "Some scouting mission this was."
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
