full moon rising on the waters of my soul
"And some people are bad at both fucking and romance." Amun tilted his head, and gave Adam an unimpressed look. There was something strangely muted about the potter's expression and voice. "I know you're bad at kissing, and at romance, so I wonder which one you are." The teasing was a little stilted, a little off.
Frowning, he gave the other man a confused look. "You want me to make a pot so you can put your fake jewels inside?" The Ascended waved his prosthetic. "I can show you, but I can't make it for you." His tone was shockingly matter-of-fact, without any hint of playfulness.
Shrugging, he crossed his arms. "After Fiat Lux, not sure how I feel about parties in the Hollowed Grounds." There was almost an angry edge to the words.
Frowning, he gave the other man a confused look. "You want me to make a pot so you can put your fake jewels inside?" The Ascended waved his prosthetic. "I can show you, but I can't make it for you." His tone was shockingly matter-of-fact, without any hint of playfulness.
Shrugging, he crossed his arms. "After Fiat Lux, not sure how I feel about parties in the Hollowed Grounds." There was almost an angry edge to the words.
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