// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Hasn’t she?” Sunjata asks, fondly looking over at the disappearance of Petronella and Pip. It’s a nice change, though, since the day Petronella had become his companion and poor Koa had to be there to witness the panic and upset. Now, in lieu of all of that, comfort clings to his face even as his attention returns to the dragoon, humming a laugh and thanking the worker that had brought the clothes. “I’m not really a fan of the cold myself, either.” He doesn’t mind that Koa immediately strips down and gets into the clean, warm clothes – this is a brothel, after all.
The drinks are set and they steam on the table and the Flood leans forward to take his mug and look across the surface toward the other man. “You’re welcome.” He says softly, before his head tilts curiously at the final comment, the edge in the laughter that immediately captures Sunjata’s mind. “Was that where you were?” He asks, brows pinching as he waits for an answer before he continues.
The drinks are set and they steam on the table and the Flood leans forward to take his mug and look across the surface toward the other man. “You’re welcome.” He says softly, before his head tilts curiously at the final comment, the edge in the laughter that immediately captures Sunjata’s mind. “Was that where you were?” He asks, brows pinching as he waits for an answer before he continues.
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.
