& so it goes
"Accepted." What Amun doesn't know is that he's just given you full permission to use him in future experiments. His consent rings in your ears as fairly absolute: whatever you need from me. Your mind whirls at the possibilities.
"I am not scribbler." You correct automatically. Just like your twin, you don't see what is or isn't complimentary about the comparison of his eyebrows to such a sophisticated and fascinating creature. "I was not intending to be complimentary." There. That should clear things up.
"I am not scribbler." You correct automatically. Just like your twin, you don't see what is or isn't complimentary about the comparison of his eyebrows to such a sophisticated and fascinating creature. "I was not intending to be complimentary." There. That should clear things up.
