// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Well with that answer, Sunjata’s hand slides over easily to pluck the shot glass from the table that Danta slides toward him. It goes down easily, an exhale of a sharp sigh leaving him with the burn, wondering what exactly the liquor was. He doesn’t ask, though, instead letting his gaze snap to Danta at the realization. “Ha, I wish you luck.” He makes a mock little toast with the empty shot glass before pushing off of the bar to stand up straighter, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater.
“I did. Not for very long, though.” A casual shrug. He’d done it as a favor. In fact, the only place he had enjoyed ruling was Torchline. But he no longer holds any stakes there, instead focusing his attentions on remaining out of the fuckin’ way. So far, it had worked.
He immediately sets to work after by propping the door open and using his strength to grab empty crates and boxes, then stacks them before taking the tower of them out the door.
Sunjata starts hauling out the boxes and crates!
“I did. Not for very long, though.” A casual shrug. He’d done it as a favor. In fact, the only place he had enjoyed ruling was Torchline. But he no longer holds any stakes there, instead focusing his attentions on remaining out of the fuckin’ way. So far, it had worked.
He immediately sets to work after by propping the door open and using his strength to grab empty crates and boxes, then stacks them before taking the tower of them out the door.
Sunjata starts hauling out the boxes and crates!
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
