but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
They move inside, the companions working on their own little explorations. And Sunjata finds the kitchen, surprisingly not having to duck too many times to get within the cramped confines of it. The cabinets are easy to reach, one of the doors had fallen off but aside from the wood being dry it was relatively sound. His fingers trace along the counter tops, through the dust, before he wipes it off on his shorts when her voice pipes up.
He follows the end of the kitchen to another opening, peeking around the exit to find the staircase she’d spied. His gaze lingers on the steps, following them their winding way up to the second floor. He steps toward her, ready to follow her up them, testing the stairs as well with his weight. When it seems sound enough as well, he rests a hand along the metal railing, stepping up carefully behind her and ducking when the space becomes too small before it opens up.
Something to get used to, he supposes, though it’s truly no surprise.
As the stairs give way to the loft, it appears as though it were some bedroom of sorts. A wide expanse, left behind drawers and dressers, a dusty mirror in the corner. He’s too distracted by the connecting rooms to focus too much on the loft itself – slipping away to inspect one room which was a bathroom of sorts with a large tub and a shower, then to the other that seemed to be a space to store things – though everything was missing.
He turns back to her, leaning against the doorframe of the storage room, gaze focusing on her with a small smirk. “I have to say, I really like it.”
He follows the end of the kitchen to another opening, peeking around the exit to find the staircase she’d spied. His gaze lingers on the steps, following them their winding way up to the second floor. He steps toward her, ready to follow her up them, testing the stairs as well with his weight. When it seems sound enough as well, he rests a hand along the metal railing, stepping up carefully behind her and ducking when the space becomes too small before it opens up.
Something to get used to, he supposes, though it’s truly no surprise.
As the stairs give way to the loft, it appears as though it were some bedroom of sorts. A wide expanse, left behind drawers and dressers, a dusty mirror in the corner. He’s too distracted by the connecting rooms to focus too much on the loft itself – slipping away to inspect one room which was a bathroom of sorts with a large tub and a shower, then to the other that seemed to be a space to store things – though everything was missing.
He turns back to her, leaning against the doorframe of the storage room, gaze focusing on her with a small smirk. “I have to say, I really like it.”
but not who i am
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
