Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
The creeping metal hypnotized Hemin, as he began to notice Amun and the metal never once separated, as if the two of them were conjoined. Almost like the metal were an extension of the man.
"Well, let's forget about her then. Worthless, classy. Whatever you want to call her, I've changed my mind." He felt flushed for being so intrigued, but my, oh my, the different pedestals he could have made for his pieces using that non magic. If the Voice could give this guy an upgrade, then he surely could obtain one for himself, could he not?
"My apologies, good brother, Ascended. I was too busy charlatanizing to realize you've been blessed by the Voice herself. How fantastic! My mother and father were both so devout, though you could say I'm a rather sheltered follower. My parents was graced with upgrades themselves, no doubt about it, but they kept their methods quiet with a deep reverence." His hands creeped down the table, closer and closer to Amun's magic finger.
"Well, my mother was reverent, and my father... closed off. You see, it's been a while since I've interacted with my own kind. If ever, outside my own family." The upgrade was seamless, almost truly an extension of the man. How couldn't it be considered a magic in itself?
"Amun, was it? I... Where are my manners. Oh, yes. I have quite few... You can take a bite out of me if you want. I am so sorry." Hemin then began to blush as he realized how that could be taken the wrong way.
"Of course, I wasn't asking you to... I just meant..." Hemin began to scoot behind the table, using it as a barrier for his awkwardness.
"Well, let's forget about her then. Worthless, classy. Whatever you want to call her, I've changed my mind." He felt flushed for being so intrigued, but my, oh my, the different pedestals he could have made for his pieces using that non magic. If the Voice could give this guy an upgrade, then he surely could obtain one for himself, could he not?
"My apologies, good brother, Ascended. I was too busy charlatanizing to realize you've been blessed by the Voice herself. How fantastic! My mother and father were both so devout, though you could say I'm a rather sheltered follower. My parents was graced with upgrades themselves, no doubt about it, but they kept their methods quiet with a deep reverence." His hands creeped down the table, closer and closer to Amun's magic finger.
"Well, my mother was reverent, and my father... closed off. You see, it's been a while since I've interacted with my own kind. If ever, outside my own family." The upgrade was seamless, almost truly an extension of the man. How couldn't it be considered a magic in itself?
"Amun, was it? I... Where are my manners. Oh, yes. I have quite few... You can take a bite out of me if you want. I am so sorry." Hemin then began to blush as he realized how that could be taken the wrong way.
"Of course, I wasn't asking you to... I just meant..." Hemin began to scoot behind the table, using it as a barrier for his awkwardness.
I may not be there to remind you.
