better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
It’s a late night and Sunjata finds himself wandering back toward the bar after getting caught up in paperwork. The streets are dark, the moon glimmering overhead as he rushes back toward the VlamVloed, reaching the door only to find it locked, hissing a soft sigh out from his clenched teeth. He fumbles in his pocket for his own key, slipping it in and opening the door, stepping in only to immediately turn around and lock it, slipping it back into the pocket of his pants before stepping further into the bar.
He spots Neron pulling bottles out of some shipment boxes, and he nods toward the Ascended as he slips into a bar seat, inspecting the bottles. “Didn't even check to see if I was here before you locked me out?” He teases. Shifting his attention away from the bottle up toward the Launceleyn.
He spots Neron pulling bottles out of some shipment boxes, and he nods toward the Ascended as he slips into a bar seat, inspecting the bottles. “Didn't even check to see if I was here before you locked me out?” He teases. Shifting his attention away from the bottle up toward the Launceleyn.
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.
