if I ever start to think straight
Smiling, Amun hugged Sam tighter at the redhead's explanation. "Everything is both. I like that." The potter chuckled.
Still stroking the other man's hair, Amun grinned. "It's fun. You can't be bad at it, you can just be bad at trying to do it." Shifting so that he could look into Sam's eyes, the potter raised an eyebrow. "What makes you happy?" He cocked his head to one side.
Eyes widening, he clung even closer to the redhead. "I have fire in my kiln." Then the potter's jaw dropped. "Wait. You have a shop here. In Torchline. Close!" He tried to struggle to his feet, forgetting that the other man was basically in Amun's lap.
Still stroking the other man's hair, Amun grinned. "It's fun. You can't be bad at it, you can just be bad at trying to do it." Shifting so that he could look into Sam's eyes, the potter raised an eyebrow. "What makes you happy?" He cocked his head to one side.
Eyes widening, he clung even closer to the redhead. "I have fire in my kiln." Then the potter's jaw dropped. "Wait. You have a shop here. In Torchline. Close!" He tried to struggle to his feet, forgetting that the other man was basically in Amun's lap.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
