full moon rising on the waters of my soul
As Zidane walked up, Amun eyed the other man briefly. At the question, the potter smirked a bit, though there was something dark about the usually mischievous expression. "I've had worse days." Leaning forward, he placed he arms on the table in front of him, left hand on top of right to partially hide his prosthetic.
"Nothing's up, really." Tilting his head, he regarded Zidane. "How've you been?" Then Amun's gaze drifted past the other man. His eyes scanned the room more thoroughly, the dim lighting proving no challenge to an Ascended. However, no one jumped out at the potter, so he returned his regard to the man sitting across from him soon enough.
"Nothing's up, really." Tilting his head, he regarded Zidane. "How've you been?" Then Amun's gaze drifted past the other man. His eyes scanned the room more thoroughly, the dim lighting proving no challenge to an Ascended. However, no one jumped out at the potter, so he returned his regard to the man sitting across from him soon enough.
amun
