amun
Amun strode in, an easy grin on his face. Staying towards the back, he grabbed a chair, spun it around, and straddled it. Draping his left arm across the top, he kept his right one hidden. That way no one could see the damage, the fingers that no longer worked, the hand crushed beyond repair. His left hip was also in pretty bad shape, but at least it was healing.
Obviously he didn't nominate himself for anything. As Wessex got up, however, the potter smirked. You've got my vote, Princess. However, Amun didn't say anything out loud, just planning to sit there and listen unless called on.
Obviously he didn't nominate himself for anything. As Wessex got up, however, the potter smirked. You've got my vote, Princess. However, Amun didn't say anything out loud, just planning to sit there and listen unless called on.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
