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Amun chuckled at Maea's reply. "Different strokes for different folks." Winking he smirked. "And I don't just mean that literally." His expression softened and he gave her an understanding nod. "Some people are more comfortable and open with parts of themselves than others. It's not good or bad, just different." His voice was cheerful.
As she displayed a frankly surprising acceptance of his less than reputable past, he reached out to (carefully) clap her on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!" Still heading across the sandy beach, he grinned. "Besides, if they're so careless as to misplace it or they're not using it, seems like it should belong to someone who will value it properly."
As she displayed a frankly surprising acceptance of his less than reputable past, he reached out to (carefully) clap her on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!" Still heading across the sandy beach, he grinned. "Besides, if they're so careless as to misplace it or they're not using it, seems like it should belong to someone who will value it properly."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
