amun
Winking at Bastien, Amun grinned at the other man’s antics. The grin gained a mischievous edge as Bastien mentioned the gift. ”Huh. And you’re not worried about our lady The Voice getting upset over you making idols for another god?" The potter's tone was breezy, as if they were discussing the weather.
At the other man's question, Amun chuckled the sound dark and low. "I did, handsome. Already know what I'm going to get, too. Just gotta get the right supplies." Kneeling down, the potter examined the ground with a critical eye. Strangely, he looked far more serious than he had, certainly around Bastien. He placed one hand on the ground by the water's edge, then lifted it. However, he frowned when it came up with just mud.
At the other man's question, Amun chuckled the sound dark and low. "I did, handsome. Already know what I'm going to get, too. Just gotta get the right supplies." Kneeling down, the potter examined the ground with a critical eye. Strangely, he looked far more serious than he had, certainly around Bastien. He placed one hand on the ground by the water's edge, then lifted it. However, he frowned when it came up with just mud.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
