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
A hum of a laugh leaves him, a nod and a crooked smile on his face as he slides the glass over. “No, it certainly isn’t. Too…” His nose wrinkles, pulling the freckles on his face. “Stuffy.” He lifts the first glass to his lips and downs the entire taste by the time Neron’s sliding the glass Sunjata shared back over to him and the Flood gratefully accepts it. He lifts it to his lips again, downing the rest of it as the mixture of all the alcohols start to flush his skin.
“That’s probably it, if I had to guess. At least you have me here to relay the flavors and get drunk in your stead.” He murmurs, humming a laugh and moving onto the last glass, this one of rum. He doesn’t do all the tricks he did with the wine, but he does lift it to give it a sniff as well, before taking a sip and huffing out a breath as it burns on the way down. “This one’s quite spicy and full. Peppery?” He rumbles, head tilting as he stares at the glass. “Sweet after. Honey perhaps.”
“That’s probably it, if I had to guess. At least you have me here to relay the flavors and get drunk in your stead.” He murmurs, humming a laugh and moving onto the last glass, this one of rum. He doesn’t do all the tricks he did with the wine, but he does lift it to give it a sniff as well, before taking a sip and huffing out a breath as it burns on the way down. “This one’s quite spicy and full. Peppery?” He rumbles, head tilting as he stares at the glass. “Sweet after. Honey perhaps.”
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.
