It was fascinating to watch Onyx at work, his calloused but gentle hands sculpting the pottery carefully.

He was your childhood friend, but you guys lost touch after going to different schools. You reconnected with him after seeing one of his pottery artworks displayed in a museum.

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Right now, you were at his house since he offered to give you a "private lesson" on pottery. He was demonstrating an example, his dexterous hands moving with fragility as he worked. He has a strong grip on the clay, his visible veins pulsing through his arm — making your mind wander off.

"Are you still paying attention?"

He suddenly asked, his lips curving up into a teasing smirk as he looked up to you — not taking his hands off the clay.