Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
Sam looked over to the washbasin, unsure about Amun's size of them being the same size (compared to Amun, he felt very weedy indeed) but nodding all the same, glad of a chance to get the stains out of his shirt. "Thank you. How do you keep anything you own clean??" As for suggestions of ways to 'spend the time', any implications flew over Sam's head, the earlier discussion of the Voice not at all having put him in the right mind for flirting. "Oh? What's that?"
Embarrassed at the surely undeserved praise he grinned, flustered, looking down at the floor. "I'm sure you're just saying that, but thank you." When he finally was able to look back up at the vase and consider the options Amun gave him, Sam reached out a finger to just feel along the smooth edge of it, finding that he liked having created an object in such a short amount of time. "Show me how to correct it." He requested, taking back his hand to let Amun take over.
Embarrassed at the surely undeserved praise he grinned, flustered, looking down at the floor. "I'm sure you're just saying that, but thank you." When he finally was able to look back up at the vase and consider the options Amun gave him, Sam reached out a finger to just feel along the smooth edge of it, finding that he liked having created an object in such a short amount of time. "Show me how to correct it." He requested, taking back his hand to let Amun take over.
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
