if I ever start to think straight
Amun had been working in the backroom. There was a desk riddled with paperwork and his fingers and clothes were more ink-stained than he'd noticed or would ever care to admit. Finishing the latest order form, he blew on it and then sprinkled some sand to get it to dry faster. Eying the empty inkwell, he sighed. Pushing his chair back he yawned out of habit rather than necessity as he wandered into the front room to grab a new one from storage.
However, he stopped short when he realized he had a visitor. Taking a moment to examine the other man, the potter's eyebrows shot up. Clearing his throat, he grinned at the stranger. "You do know they say a watched forge never boils, right?"
However, he stopped short when he realized he had a visitor. Taking a moment to examine the other man, the potter's eyebrows shot up. Clearing his throat, he grinned at the stranger. "You do know they say a watched forge never boils, right?"
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
