what the wood whispers to itself
Well at least you're right about something. You seem to perk up ever so slightly because of it.
"The first time it landed on me I had to kiss the man with the scratchy mustache." You point out, your hands tugging again your hair again. In fact, with as 'off' as Amun is, you find yourself relaxing more and more. Not looking at him, not having to constantly question the bobbing of his eyes or his constant winking is far, far easier for you, especially given that Kai isn't around to translate these movements into things that you can understand.
"The first time it landed on me I had to kiss the man with the scratchy mustache." You point out, your hands tugging again your hair again. In fact, with as 'off' as Amun is, you find yourself relaxing more and more. Not looking at him, not having to constantly question the bobbing of his eyes or his constant winking is far, far easier for you, especially given that Kai isn't around to translate these movements into things that you can understand.
OIA'I'O
