Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
"Ground rules? Sure! Any rules you want to set." Hemin dusted his kneecaps, then squatted to pick up his fallen dagger. He sheathed it in front of Amun, and smiled wryly.
"Does that mean you're gonna help me find my mystery hunter?" He shook with visible excitement. Then he scanned the ground around Amun's feet, awaiting any indication of the land shark's return. Sensing nothing, he held both hands behind his back and looked eagerly at Amun.
This whole, venturing out and meeting new people thing was much more complicated than he'd given it credit for earlier. However, considering that Amun could have at least injured him a little more if not brutally murder him and hadn't, must have meant they were more than acquaintances at this point. Maybe even friends.
"Do you come here often, Amun?" His inner child emerged with his open-mouth grin. "Or did you just so happen to show-up when I did?"
"Does that mean you're gonna help me find my mystery hunter?" He shook with visible excitement. Then he scanned the ground around Amun's feet, awaiting any indication of the land shark's return. Sensing nothing, he held both hands behind his back and looked eagerly at Amun.
This whole, venturing out and meeting new people thing was much more complicated than he'd given it credit for earlier. However, considering that Amun could have at least injured him a little more if not brutally murder him and hadn't, must have meant they were more than acquaintances at this point. Maybe even friends.
"Do you come here often, Amun?" His inner child emerged with his open-mouth grin. "Or did you just so happen to show-up when I did?"
I may not be there to remind you.
