SuNJATA
the flood
Seeing her grin so brightly takes him out of the strange stupor he’s been in from recalling the nightmares that had occurred. And it’s that thought which has the Flood tilting his head, the small smile reflected on his face with a soft chuckle of “okay,” before she makes her grand reveal.
And honestly? It’s a really great fuckin’ gift. His grin splits his face in answer as he sees the variety of them, leaning forward to encroach on the table to inspect each one – plucking up the utensils first before he picks up the deep walled soup pot. “Mel, this’s awesome.” He says through a hum of his surprised laughter, breaking through the clouds that had cast in his mind over the past few weeks (and would likely return to it). “Guess I’m not too bad of a cook after all, huh?” He sets the pots down before he’s standing and moving to her side, embracing her in a tight hug whether or not she got the choice to indulge him or not.
And honestly? It’s a really great fuckin’ gift. His grin splits his face in answer as he sees the variety of them, leaning forward to encroach on the table to inspect each one – plucking up the utensils first before he picks up the deep walled soup pot. “Mel, this’s awesome.” He says through a hum of his surprised laughter, breaking through the clouds that had cast in his mind over the past few weeks (and would likely return to it). “Guess I’m not too bad of a cook after all, huh?” He sets the pots down before he’s standing and moving to her side, embracing her in a tight hug whether or not she got the choice to indulge him or not.
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.
