// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Oh, you know.” Sunjata rumbles with a soft little laugh, pulling up his bag of holding to produce a few additions to the décor, before stepping over to steady Mel’s ladder while she puts the garland up. “About the same.” He shrugs a little casually, nose wrinkling briefly before a realization dawns over him that he hadn’t told her the biggest thing to happen, all because she’d fucking died and been brought back and his entire focus was ensuring that she was okay.
She looks like she’s fine now, though, so the Flood peers up at her with surprisingly bright steel. “Saved the fucking day at the leader meeting in the Grounds, though. Did you hear about that?” His smile shifts a bit more playful and cocky – proud of himself over that entire ordeal, to the point that when he’d received the letter and Halovian trinkets from Deimos he’d been in the highest of spirits for days afterward.
She looks like she’s fine now, though, so the Flood peers up at her with surprisingly bright steel. “Saved the fucking day at the leader meeting in the Grounds, though. Did you hear about that?” His smile shifts a bit more playful and cocky – proud of himself over that entire ordeal, to the point that when he’d received the letter and Halovian trinkets from Deimos he’d been in the highest of spirits for days afterward.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
