SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
The walk is mostly quiet – Sunjata finding himself as the last person that would be conversational at this point in time. But to Niki’s thank you, he manages a quiet “you’re welcome” that he quickl draws quiet from yet again. The door is opened and he steps inside shortly after Niki does, looking up to look at the too bright interior – optimism etched into the corners of the yellow vibrant inside and the peppy blonde behind the counter.
He tears his gaze away from Caly to look toward Niki with the comment, spying the gesture, and while he’d known he hadn’t looked great he isn’t sure a bowl and a cloth is enough to make him somewhat presentable, but he nods either way. “I can get them if you want to find a seat.” He offers instead, glancing toward the back of the café where it was quieter and the design of the building seemed less loud.
Parting from Niki, it’s almost as if Caly knows ahead of time – and a grateful nod is granted to the young woman as she produces a bowl and at least three cloths just in case he needed them all, before she gets to work on their coffees. It gives Sunjata a break to go and see where Niki’s chose to sit, and with a flick of mental magic his wings vanish into nothing but quiet puffs of ash as they retract back into him. He sits more comfortably without the weight of them. “I think I got your coffee right, but if I didn’t I’m happy to pay for another one.” He doesn’t have much reference to go off of aside from the day he’d gone a bit too far and he’d noted mostly the color of Niki’s coffee to try and guestimate what it was.
He tears his gaze away from Caly to look toward Niki with the comment, spying the gesture, and while he’d known he hadn’t looked great he isn’t sure a bowl and a cloth is enough to make him somewhat presentable, but he nods either way. “I can get them if you want to find a seat.” He offers instead, glancing toward the back of the café where it was quieter and the design of the building seemed less loud.
Parting from Niki, it’s almost as if Caly knows ahead of time – and a grateful nod is granted to the young woman as she produces a bowl and at least three cloths just in case he needed them all, before she gets to work on their coffees. It gives Sunjata a break to go and see where Niki’s chose to sit, and with a flick of mental magic his wings vanish into nothing but quiet puffs of ash as they retract back into him. He sits more comfortably without the weight of them. “I think I got your coffee right, but if I didn’t I’m happy to pay for another one.” He doesn’t have much reference to go off of aside from the day he’d gone a bit too far and he’d noted mostly the color of Niki’s coffee to try and guestimate what it was.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
