if I ever start to think straight
Not releasing Sam, Amun continued to hold the redhead in a half-hug half-cling. However, the potter had to shift so he could see the other man's face as the mapmaker spoke. Amun's eyes lit up at the last thing that Sam said. "I know lots of knots!" the potter exclaimed.
He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I used to be a sailor, you know." Chuckling, he winked. Except somehow it ended up involving both eyes, so it was more of an extended blink.
As the redhead started to lead the way, Amun reached out to grab the other man's hand. "Hey, wait up!" When they stumbled to a halt, though, the potter pouted.
Scanning their surroundings, one hand over his eyes, he sighed. "Well I don't know how to get to my kiln either. What are we going to do now?"
He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I used to be a sailor, you know." Chuckling, he winked. Except somehow it ended up involving both eyes, so it was more of an extended blink.
As the redhead started to lead the way, Amun reached out to grab the other man's hand. "Hey, wait up!" When they stumbled to a halt, though, the potter pouted.
Scanning their surroundings, one hand over his eyes, he sighed. "Well I don't know how to get to my kiln either. What are we going to do now?"
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
