amun
As Maea tapped Amun's hand again he looked at her sharply. However, his gaze was soon drawn to the crevice she'd somehow found, even when he hadn't. Immediately, he shifted course, guiding her to the small hole. Maneuvering so she and he and his cutlass wouldn't smack into anything was quite a trick, but he somehow managed.
Making sure she was situated, he paused before squeezing in next to her. Peeling off his patch, he slapped it on the back of his neck, then pressed against her. As he did, he ordered the patch to make the skin of his neck shadowy. His shirt and shorts and boots were dark, as was hair, and the skin of his lower legs was hopefully hidden by dint of being lower, and he stopped breathing, instead keeping his senses strained for any sign that the people were getting close to their hiding spot.
Making sure she was situated, he paused before squeezing in next to her. Peeling off his patch, he slapped it on the back of his neck, then pressed against her. As he did, he ordered the patch to make the skin of his neck shadowy. His shirt and shorts and boots were dark, as was hair, and the skin of his lower legs was hopefully hidden by dint of being lower, and he stopped breathing, instead keeping his senses strained for any sign that the people were getting close to their hiding spot.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
