// welcome to paradise //
“Yeah, I’ll have to let her know.” Sunjata murmurs with a crooked smile, tugging up on the side without the scar tissue as he inspects his cards. He places his card and glances up at her to see the encouraging smile. So he had done it right, then. He settles in waiting for her next card when she reaches for the deck to draw some more, ending with eight cards in her hand and a ten of clubs replacing the card Sunjata had placed.
He laughs lightly, looking at his hand again, finding nothing that would work for the clubs or the ten. “Never lasts much, don’t worry.” He rumbles with amusement, reaching for the deck to draw a card, finding the first one he plucks to fit the bill. He places down the three of clubs and looks back at her, waiting for her play.
He laughs lightly, looking at his hand again, finding nothing that would work for the clubs or the ten. “Never lasts much, don’t worry.” He rumbles with amusement, reaching for the deck to draw a card, finding the first one he plucks to fit the bill. He places down the three of clubs and looks back at her, waiting for her play.
the flood
// where me and you can always hide //
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.
