amun
A stranger walked into the bar, and Amun found himself watching the other man idly. As the stranger ordered a drink, the potter shrugged, ready to dismiss the other man as just a new patron. However, after the stranger took a sip and let out a long suffering sigh, Amun had smirked, albeit a bit weakly.
Standing up, he meandered over to the bar. Approaching the other man, the potter leaned on one elbow against the bar. "You sound like I feel." Pulling out a stool, he sat. "I don't think I've seen you in here before. I'm Amun." His right hand lifted ever so slightly before he resisted the urge to hold out his prosthetic for a handshake.
Standing up, he meandered over to the bar. Approaching the other man, the potter leaned on one elbow against the bar. "You sound like I feel." Pulling out a stool, he sat. "I don't think I've seen you in here before. I'm Amun." His right hand lifted ever so slightly before he resisted the urge to hold out his prosthetic for a handshake.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
