// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“It was a cheap shot, but I do occasionally fight dirty.” Sunjata drawls with his own mischievous look, before it softens into an easier smile – one that has him nodding to her apology even as she nudges him regardless of whether or not it does much to the statuesque pillar he is these days. “Thanks.” He’d gone for a while assuming he’d deserved everything that came his way, but to hear her apology helped soften the blow even if it were such a long time ago.
Chuckling in response to her telling Jack, he shrugs casually, grinning a lopsided smile down toward her. “He’ll find out one way or another, I’m sure.” A dramatic, exasperated roll of his eyes is accompanied with the words, until she speaks again and she harbors his full focus. “Maybe you could ask one of the gods to get you some kind of mental barrier to prevent him from reading into it when you don’t want him to?” He suggests thoughtfully, though the idea of Safrin has his smile fading slightly. He’d left it vague enough for her to pick amongst the rest.
As for how he knows whether Jack would do or not do things in bed, Sunjata shrugs and steps away from her with a small amused grin, walking around the little bowl of fire in case she reacted to things not unlike Melita did. “Eh, it was a long time ago but we did sleep together once.” Which, yknow, hopefully doesn’t ruin anything between the two of them.
Anyway.
Another soft laugh leaves him, wincing at the fact that he knows she’s right in the mistakes men make, how he’d worked to prevent himself from doing the same. As far as he was concerned though, everyone had a great time back when he was considered Caido’s bicycle, even if it had been years since he’d done anything of the sort. “See, exactly. And if that’s all you want, that’s all it’s gotta be. You don’t have to let him try to worm his way in to guide your feelings.” If she felt strongly enough about something, he’s positive the Doubletake would stop for nothing to not give in. Jack trying to sway or not.
Chuckling in response to her telling Jack, he shrugs casually, grinning a lopsided smile down toward her. “He’ll find out one way or another, I’m sure.” A dramatic, exasperated roll of his eyes is accompanied with the words, until she speaks again and she harbors his full focus. “Maybe you could ask one of the gods to get you some kind of mental barrier to prevent him from reading into it when you don’t want him to?” He suggests thoughtfully, though the idea of Safrin has his smile fading slightly. He’d left it vague enough for her to pick amongst the rest.
As for how he knows whether Jack would do or not do things in bed, Sunjata shrugs and steps away from her with a small amused grin, walking around the little bowl of fire in case she reacted to things not unlike Melita did. “Eh, it was a long time ago but we did sleep together once.” Which, yknow, hopefully doesn’t ruin anything between the two of them.
Anyway.
Another soft laugh leaves him, wincing at the fact that he knows she’s right in the mistakes men make, how he’d worked to prevent himself from doing the same. As far as he was concerned though, everyone had a great time back when he was considered Caido’s bicycle, even if it had been years since he’d done anything of the sort. “See, exactly. And if that’s all you want, that’s all it’s gotta be. You don’t have to let him try to worm his way in to guide your feelings.” If she felt strongly enough about something, he’s positive the Doubletake would stop for nothing to not give in. Jack trying to sway or not.
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.
