Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
Somehow, Sam wasn't quite expecting the splatters of clay when it began to spin and he made a rather undignified noise of surprise as he received some right on his nose, wiping it off with the back of his hand: maybe he had an apron on, but he'd have to wash this shirt as soon as he got home if he wanted to save the sleeves. Still, not complaining, he leaned forward to begin following Amun's instructions.
Pressing down, he successfully made the interior of the vase, 'oo'ed at how the clay almost grew up around his fingers as it spun. Pinching for the neck was a little harder, his fingers not quite grabbing onto the edge well enough for a moment; Sam frowned and stuck his tongue slightly out as he tried to concentrate, catching the edge and pulling for a neck.
As predicted, it was wonky and uneven, his too-hard fingers on the neck had left an indent, but it was at least somewhat shaped like a vase. Letting the wheel come to a stop, he looked at Amun as if waiting for a verdict.
Pressing down, he successfully made the interior of the vase, 'oo'ed at how the clay almost grew up around his fingers as it spun. Pinching for the neck was a little harder, his fingers not quite grabbing onto the edge well enough for a moment; Sam frowned and stuck his tongue slightly out as he tried to concentrate, catching the edge and pulling for a neck.
As predicted, it was wonky and uneven, his too-hard fingers on the neck had left an indent, but it was at least somewhat shaped like a vase. Letting the wheel come to a stop, he looked at Amun as if waiting for a verdict.
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
