SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
He’s gotten caught up in the street on the way, because Petronella had decided once more to be a menace in trying to slip away into alley after alley, chasing after whatever person seemed most likely to have jerky on them. It had gotten to the point where the sea panther had been lifted and settled (with much complaint) across his shoulders, with the tan box from Hotaru fit under his arm.The Flood has rushed here, of course, knowing that Deimos would have been on time, and silently chastising Petronella for being late. Already he can see Deimos sitting on a bench outside, sliding the package over in his arms so he doesn’t forget it nor sit on it. His companion, however, peers at Deimos with pure delight, scrabbling against his shoulders and a paw to her bonded’s cheek to try and get to the hybrid. “Hey, sorry I’m late — fuck.” Sunjata hisses, scarred lips curling into a frown as he tries to force her to settle. “Los dit nou.” He hisses to her in his native tongue, before looking up at Deimos with an apologetic and crooked smile.
“You, uh, wanna grab a drink real quick?” He asks, tilting his head.
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.
