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Amun's eyes widened. "My blood?" Writhing around in the blanket spiderweb trap, he whined. "I have blood? I should drink it. I'm still thirsty." He pounded his feet against the ground like a petulant child.
Ignoring Oliver, Zhanshi continued to rip pieces of the blanket away. However, the landshark's efforts were impeded by the potter's wriggling. "Can I have a blanket too?" he asked the blacksmith. The Ascended shivered before falling still.
As the other man laid next to Amun, he rolled so he could look at Oliver. This wrapped the potter even further into the blanket, though it was rapidly getting shredded. "Your blood is very tasty." Unable to reach it due to his bindings, he stuck out his tongue and trying to lap some up, but he couldn't get the angle right.
Ignoring Oliver, Zhanshi continued to rip pieces of the blanket away. However, the landshark's efforts were impeded by the potter's wriggling. "Can I have a blanket too?" he asked the blacksmith. The Ascended shivered before falling still.
As the other man laid next to Amun, he rolled so he could look at Oliver. This wrapped the potter even further into the blanket, though it was rapidly getting shredded. "Your blood is very tasty." Unable to reach it due to his bindings, he stuck out his tongue and trying to lap some up, but he couldn't get the angle right.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
