we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
Her correction has him snorting, shooting her an amused look despite the way it hangs lopsided on his face from the scar that drags up in a macabre smile of its own. He’s in her space before he responds, though, leaning toward her. “I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got both.” Confidence in this entirely given he’s chosen by the sexual aspect of Frey. Flexibility, too, though that isn’t blessed by the god he serves. It just so happens to be his preference at the end of the day.
His question about touring the rooms is weighed and he wouldn’t be upset with the answer either way. So as she looks him over, debating with herself if he’s worth the time, he knows better than to say anything else to try and convince her. She’d come to her own conclusion whether it involved him or not, but as she finally meets his gaze, ocean blue meeting the stormy sea, Sunjata’s smile twists toward a small smirk as he nods.
Taking the last bit of whiskey – it’s a lot and would definitely inebriate any other man here – it hardly does much for the Heartless aside from the initial burn of his throat. But he pushes off from the bar and hands it back over to the bartender with a nod, stepping outside of it to meet Thalassa. He guides her to the stairs, up to the second floor where rows of rooms sit, some doors closed, some doors open. He picks one at the very end, bare and plain inside as he steps in and turns to her.
“So, you can make these rooms whatever you want them to be.” He starts the explanation, letting his gaze drag along her figure. “Floor’s yours.” He opens it up for her to start changing the room – curious for what she might come up with, what kind of things he might learn from her with the shift rather than their initial wordplay.
His question about touring the rooms is weighed and he wouldn’t be upset with the answer either way. So as she looks him over, debating with herself if he’s worth the time, he knows better than to say anything else to try and convince her. She’d come to her own conclusion whether it involved him or not, but as she finally meets his gaze, ocean blue meeting the stormy sea, Sunjata’s smile twists toward a small smirk as he nods.
Taking the last bit of whiskey – it’s a lot and would definitely inebriate any other man here – it hardly does much for the Heartless aside from the initial burn of his throat. But he pushes off from the bar and hands it back over to the bartender with a nod, stepping outside of it to meet Thalassa. He guides her to the stairs, up to the second floor where rows of rooms sit, some doors closed, some doors open. He picks one at the very end, bare and plain inside as he steps in and turns to her.
“So, you can make these rooms whatever you want them to be.” He starts the explanation, letting his gaze drag along her figure. “Floor’s yours.” He opens it up for her to start changing the room – curious for what she might come up with, what kind of things he might learn from her with the shift rather than their initial wordplay.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
