SUNJATA
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
“Ohho, yeah.” Sunjata says on the end of a chuckle, the laugh leaving him lightly as he pushes past those thoughts of Stormbreak (and the things he’d helped do for the region.) But as it stands, the Flood’s busy with the magic eight ball, trying to see whether or not it’s broken. His steel gaze focuses on it, head tilting slightly as he encroaches on his niece’s space to read the letters.
It brings a snort, a quiet little agreement as they drift from playing the game and he takes a look around the living quarters of his home, keeping tabs on Petronella first and foremost. “I don’t really need anything done, but if you wanna help me try not to fuck up fixing and cleaning up my lanterns for the festival..” He raises a scarred brow toward her and offers a soft twitch of a smile.
It brings a snort, a quiet little agreement as they drift from playing the game and he takes a look around the living quarters of his home, keeping tabs on Petronella first and foremost. “I don’t really need anything done, but if you wanna help me try not to fuck up fixing and cleaning up my lanterns for the festival..” He raises a scarred brow toward her and offers a soft twitch of a smile.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
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.
