amun
As Maea listed all the properties that Amun was looking for in a potential man, the potter just smirked. "So what if I am?" He twirled her again. "Am I not a catch?" Picking up the tempo even further, this time not hiding what he was doing, he caught her after the spin.
"So yes, I'm a bit picky. But who cares if what I'm looking for is just another version of me that doesn't exist." He smirked. "Lesser, of course." Chuckling, he swept her into a quick dip.
When he straightened, he slowed the tempo subconsciously. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just go on as I have been." He was entirely uncertain if he wanted that, as evidenced by his tone and the more sedate waltz.
"So yes, I'm a bit picky. But who cares if what I'm looking for is just another version of me that doesn't exist." He smirked. "Lesser, of course." Chuckling, he swept her into a quick dip.
When he straightened, he slowed the tempo subconsciously. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just go on as I have been." He was entirely uncertain if he wanted that, as evidenced by his tone and the more sedate waltz.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
