SuNJATA
the flood
Oh, he’s stoked to have them – his excitement radiating from him to the point that she doesn’t even need the attuned bond to feel the way Sunjata warms up to it, chuckling lightly under his breath to hear that they might help him improve. Which, honestly? If he had something he liked to use, it was probably going to help in the kitchen, too.
Her arms slip around him and he can feel the grin that blooms against his shirt and he wonders for a moment if they’ve ever had a time like this – coming up mostly empty in such a radiatingly happy moment, the Flood settles and doesn’t try to extend the affection for too long, releasing her and squeezing her shoulder gently. “They’re great. Maybe you’ll have to come visit later on and I can put them to use, huh?” He offers, bouncing a scarred brow and seeming somehow lighter for the gift now than he had when he’d arrived.
Her arms slip around him and he can feel the grin that blooms against his shirt and he wonders for a moment if they’ve ever had a time like this – coming up mostly empty in such a radiatingly happy moment, the Flood settles and doesn’t try to extend the affection for too long, releasing her and squeezing her shoulder gently. “They’re great. Maybe you’ll have to come visit later on and I can put them to use, huh?” He offers, bouncing a scarred brow and seeming somehow lighter for the gift now than he had when he’d arrived.
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.
