SuNJATA
the flood
Humming a sound akin to ehh, Sunjata settles across from his niece and flashes a somewhat sad smile toward her. “Physically? Fine. Mentally though… well.” His nose wrinkles and he puffs out a sigh, gaze dropping to the bag on the table between them as he swallows down the variety of things he wants to say in lieu for the most important part.
“I can see who’s infected, now. And it’s… so shitty, Mel.” He frowns, his hand lifting to rake through his hair, taming some of the unkept portions of his hair. “I can’t stand to be in the same place as any of them. I can’t sleep...” The list goes on, and he stubbornly stares at the bag between them instead of her face.
“I can see who’s infected, now. And it’s… so shitty, Mel.” He frowns, his hand lifting to rake through his hair, taming some of the unkept portions of his hair. “I can’t stand to be in the same place as any of them. I can’t sleep...” The list goes on, and he stubbornly stares at the bag between them instead of her face.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
