Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
Folding his arms in front of him, Hemin watched Amun count on his three fingers with the condescension of royalty with a stick up their anal sphincter. "So. You're basically telling me not to do what I just did, with the stipulation that if I do more stupid things, you're going to tell me not to do them too?"
Hemin could let the condescension get to him, but what good would that do? His shoulders shrunk as he realized it would probably take a while for Amun to let this incident go. But wait, why did that bother him? Maybe he believed with a glimmer of hope that this may not be the last time he'd see Amun and that he'd want to stay in this blessed Ascended's graces.
"Wait, you're what?" Hemin's jaw dropped as he immediately straightened himself up, folded his hands together and bowed in apology.
"Your grace, I am deeply sorrowed by my behavior towards you and this guild of yours. May I say that it's been a recent dream of mine to enter into these doors and collaborate with the artisans that gather inside. For creativity cannot thrive on its own." If Hemin could blush a deep red, it'd be a deeper red than freshly spilled blood.
Hemin could let the condescension get to him, but what good would that do? His shoulders shrunk as he realized it would probably take a while for Amun to let this incident go. But wait, why did that bother him? Maybe he believed with a glimmer of hope that this may not be the last time he'd see Amun and that he'd want to stay in this blessed Ascended's graces.
"Wait, you're what?" Hemin's jaw dropped as he immediately straightened himself up, folded his hands together and bowed in apology.
"Your grace, I am deeply sorrowed by my behavior towards you and this guild of yours. May I say that it's been a recent dream of mine to enter into these doors and collaborate with the artisans that gather inside. For creativity cannot thrive on its own." If Hemin could blush a deep red, it'd be a deeper red than freshly spilled blood.
I may not be there to remind you.
