amun
Alright, maybe these folks weren’t as laid back as they pretended to be. Granted, Amun knew he’d been pushing his luck, but as first the boy, then Blue, and then Bastien piled on to his harmless comment about the woman’s ass, the potter held up his hands in a placating gesture. ”It was a joke.” Turning to the boy, Amun tilted his head, a grin still lingering on his lips. Bastien and the woman already covered the fact that the boy didn't need to come to her defense. ”I’m curious how you know about orgies, though, bucko. And just my eyes, huh?” The potter slid his hands down his chest, though stopped them at his hips. Any lower would’ve just been lewd.
Then his eyes flicked towards the blue-eyed woman. ”Technically, we don’t breathe.” Winking at her—because their antagonism was just going to make him more annoying, not less—he turned back to the task at hand. She hadn’t seemed to like the nickname Blue, so he’d have to come up with a new one. For now, though, he was willing to follow instructions.
Rotating one over, he picked up where Gorgeous had left off. The purple paint wasn’t in any identifiable shape, but that didn’t mean he needed to follow that trend. On top of the straightest side of what could charitably called a trapezoid, he drew a half-circle, still using his hand to paint. Moving up and down within the half-circle, he filled in almost half of it vertically, leaving a small curve in the center.
Then his eyes flicked towards the blue-eyed woman. ”Technically, we don’t breathe.” Winking at her—because their antagonism was just going to make him more annoying, not less—he turned back to the task at hand. She hadn’t seemed to like the nickname Blue, so he’d have to come up with a new one. For now, though, he was willing to follow instructions.
Rotating one over, he picked up where Gorgeous had left off. The purple paint wasn’t in any identifiable shape, but that didn’t mean he needed to follow that trend. On top of the straightest side of what could charitably called a trapezoid, he drew a half-circle, still using his hand to paint. Moving up and down within the half-circle, he filled in almost half of it vertically, leaving a small curve in the center.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
