// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
He can see her discomfort, and it reflects in his own face even if he’s gotten used to it over the months since becoming clear of the purple infection. “Yeah.. I gotta admit it’s the same for me.” Seeing the flashes in her face, Sunjata pulls away to shift his gaze, keeping them connected as the promise of warmth and drinks await them in the brothel. “It’s pretty shitty, huh?” It wasn’t anything he’d wish for his family to have to deal with, the fact that Hotaru and Flora have to deal with it pang a certain sadness in his chest.
At least he can try and make it a little better for her as they step into the House of Midnight, warmth greeting them with the indulgent atmosphere. Guiding them down the familiar hall toward the bar, finding them a comfortable place by the fire to remain warm but private enough everyone else wouldn’t have ears over their conversation. “You want something warm?” He asks, avoiding looking at her face to look at her hand as they part before his steel gaze flits back toward the bar, getting his bartender's attention to come over.
At least he can try and make it a little better for her as they step into the House of Midnight, warmth greeting them with the indulgent atmosphere. Guiding them down the familiar hall toward the bar, finding them a comfortable place by the fire to remain warm but private enough everyone else wouldn’t have ears over their conversation. “You want something warm?” He asks, avoiding looking at her face to look at her hand as they part before his steel gaze flits back toward the bar, getting his bartender's attention to come over.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
