Alexander
I can hear it in your voice while your speaking
you can't be treated
you can't be treated
Alexander understood. He did, but the smith wasn't sure he deserved to be snapped at. Still, the man sighed softly, shaking his head as Amun apologized. "It's fine, Amun. I get it." He said with a shrug, turning the hand axe, feeling the wood against his palm as he pressed forward after the potter. Alexander doesn't pay the other man with them much mind, content to ignore him after the comment about hiding his body, deciding it best not to engage.
That wasn't what they were here for. They had a job to do and despite how utterly distracting Amun might be, Alexander was going to focus on the task at hand, lest he want to upset the potter further. That was the last thing on his list of things to do.
That wasn't what they were here for. They had a job to do and despite how utterly distracting Amun might be, Alexander was going to focus on the task at hand, lest he want to upset the potter further. That was the last thing on his list of things to do.
Mr. Know-it-all had his reign and his fall
At least that's what his brain is telling all
At least that's what his brain is telling all
