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Amun reached up with his hands to push Maea's cheeks up, leaving her face sillily smushed. It was only a facsimile of wrinkles, but it was close enough. "Looking forward to it." He was cheerfully teasing, though he very much didn't dwell on the fact that he'd look exactly the same as she aged.
As she poked his cheek, he grinned and just folded her back into the hug again. "Aye, I'm happy. Seems silly not to be, all things considered." He shrugged, hoping she'd understand that he meant in the face of all the tragedies of Caido, smiling seemed the best form of resistance.
"Me too." He chuckled, the sound dark and low. "But we had our own gathering, which was fun enough. Maybe I'll wrangle you an invite next year."
As she poked his cheek, he grinned and just folded her back into the hug again. "Aye, I'm happy. Seems silly not to be, all things considered." He shrugged, hoping she'd understand that he meant in the face of all the tragedies of Caido, smiling seemed the best form of resistance.
"Me too." He chuckled, the sound dark and low. "But we had our own gathering, which was fun enough. Maybe I'll wrangle you an invite next year."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
