SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“That’s really thoughtful of you.” Sunjata murmurs before he’s meeting Ronin’s grin with a smaller one of his own. Though, the scars light up with the offer, ready to deny the kindness shown before he realizes the Knight likely won’t let him get away with it. So instead, Sunjata’s a touch sheepish as he huffs a soft sound and nods, perusing the racks for something to fit his height and shoulders, mostly, and when he’s decided on an outfit without breaking a figurative bank, he meets Ronin at the counter.
He’s brought a warm red sweater, with little hues of navy blue on the edges in beautiful stormy whirls, paired with a new pair of pants, black to not detract from the shirt. And while red isn’t usually his color, he thinks it’s fitting to wear something a little less like himself. A coat accompanies the look, a black coat that’s somewhat fitted but mostly to retain the heat in the winter. Gods knew Sunjata needed it when it came to the snow afflicting his own region.
Still a touch awkward, he shoots a smile to Ronin of gratitude. “Thanks, Ronin. You didn’t have to.”
He’s brought a warm red sweater, with little hues of navy blue on the edges in beautiful stormy whirls, paired with a new pair of pants, black to not detract from the shirt. And while red isn’t usually his color, he thinks it’s fitting to wear something a little less like himself. A coat accompanies the look, a black coat that’s somewhat fitted but mostly to retain the heat in the winter. Gods knew Sunjata needed it when it came to the snow afflicting his own region.
Still a touch awkward, he shoots a smile to Ronin of gratitude. “Thanks, Ronin. You didn’t have to.”
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
