// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Content to continue to decorate Melita’s home, Sunjata offers what little bit of information he can in regards to Frey’s understanding, his nose wrinkling while his back is to her as he debates with himself whether to inform her of what he’d learned. Ru had taken it in stride, all things considered, and while he still didn’t feel like anything was wrong (made better by the fact Frey wasn’t worried), Sunjata isn’t sure how to feel.
He does know that he’s trying to change, though, and the past versions of himself would have definitely hid it until he could figure it out.
So he heaves a sigh and nods, before he turns back toward her. “I think that’s mostly due to being met with the potential violence first. I mean, it’s a cycle that just keeps continuing, isn’t it?” He reaches up to rub at his temple before he shakes his head. “Can I tell you something?” He asks suddenly, steel eyes locked on the Honeybee, all amusement and happiness fading away to a stark and sharp seriousness.
He does know that he’s trying to change, though, and the past versions of himself would have definitely hid it until he could figure it out.
So he heaves a sigh and nods, before he turns back toward her. “I think that’s mostly due to being met with the potential violence first. I mean, it’s a cycle that just keeps continuing, isn’t it?” He reaches up to rub at his temple before he shakes his head. “Can I tell you something?” He asks suddenly, steel eyes locked on the Honeybee, all amusement and happiness fading away to a stark and sharp seriousness.
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.
