SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
Steel eyes catch the treats slid over and Sunjata breathes a breath of thank you as he takes them – all while Petronella focuses on the hybrid like nothing else in the world matters. Pocketing the majority while she isn’t looking, Sunjata keeps one in his hand, holding it up to the sea panther on his shoulders who’s attention immediately moves to it, collecting it with her webbed paws, sniffing at it as Sunjata’s gaze flits to Deimos’ in confusion. “What? No.” That’s not what he meant to imply. “I just wasn’t sure what to say back to it. Ru’s being.. Well, Ru about it.” He sighs, trying to flash an apologetic smile. “I guess my questions are better fit for Ronin.” Wrinkling his nose a little, he sighs, now that Petronella has her treat and his hands are free to snag the beer.He takes a sip of it, nodding at the mention of information from Safrin, head tilting curiously and avianlike as he focuses back on the Sword. “Yeah? That’s helpful.” Not for him, really, but for everyone else, he supposes. He doesn’t want to pry, though, not if Deimos isn’t quite ready to share – though a part of him wonders why bring it up at all if he doesn’t intend to share it. “I bet it’s a lot.” He tries to assume, glancing sideways at the other man to open up the conversation should he wish to have it.
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.
