amun
Reaching back out, Amun started tugging at the blanket. "I don't want a quilt clothes, I want this quilt clothes." He paused in his wrestling match to stroke the fabric again. However, Zhanshi, who'd been poking out the forge (and incidentally chewing up the floor), joined in the efforts, biting the bottom of the quilt and ripping a piece of it off.
Jaw dropping and eyes widening he stared at Oliver. "You've never had ice cream?!" The potter slapped his hands to his head in a look of disbelief. "That won't do. Wait, when did I have ice cream..." Voice trailing off he frowned and turned to stare into the fire.
The pretty, pretty fire. Which the blacksmith wasn't letting the potter touch. And the other man wouldn't let the Ascended drink. Rude. Pouting, he pulled himself across the ground, attempting to wrap his arms around Oliver's leg. "But I need it." Amun opened his mouth wide, leaning towards the other man's skin.
Jaw dropping and eyes widening he stared at Oliver. "You've never had ice cream?!" The potter slapped his hands to his head in a look of disbelief. "That won't do. Wait, when did I have ice cream..." Voice trailing off he frowned and turned to stare into the fire.
The pretty, pretty fire. Which the blacksmith wasn't letting the potter touch. And the other man wouldn't let the Ascended drink. Rude. Pouting, he pulled himself across the ground, attempting to wrap his arms around Oliver's leg. "But I need it." Amun opened his mouth wide, leaning towards the other man's skin.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
