you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
“Not what you expected?” He asks, raising his scarred brow as he tilts his head. But as it settles in the abandoned’s mind to say he supposes it makes sense, Sunjata snorts a little, his gaze lingering on Niki for a few long moments before he’s forced to look away. He isn’t sure what else to say to explain it, instead choosing to let Niki sit with the information before he’s starting to greatly exaggerate his height and his shoes, apparently.
A laugh leaves him, the smile lopsided on his face. “Okay, first off, I’m not eight feet tall. And also, I’m pretty sure I have normal shoes?” He asks, flexing a bit as he leans back to try and look at the shoes he’s currently sitting on, bracing himself on a hand as he leans back. His shirt rides up a touch with it, revealing a curved pink scar beneath it before he straightens again and focuses back on Niki. “The dragon is true, though. And I’ve got a zoo in here for any kind of vibe you want.”
He shakes his head at the idea of a luck ring, but when the necromancer mentions therapy his nose wrinkles and he snorts. “Well, I’ve never been one for therapy.” Not that he’d really given it a solid try. “I’d rather not make other people sad having to listen to all my trauma.” His hand lifts, gesturing helplessly before his shoulders slump slightly. “All for it for everyone else, though.” By all means.
A laugh leaves him, the smile lopsided on his face. “Okay, first off, I’m not eight feet tall. And also, I’m pretty sure I have normal shoes?” He asks, flexing a bit as he leans back to try and look at the shoes he’s currently sitting on, bracing himself on a hand as he leans back. His shirt rides up a touch with it, revealing a curved pink scar beneath it before he straightens again and focuses back on Niki. “The dragon is true, though. And I’ve got a zoo in here for any kind of vibe you want.”
He shakes his head at the idea of a luck ring, but when the necromancer mentions therapy his nose wrinkles and he snorts. “Well, I’ve never been one for therapy.” Not that he’d really given it a solid try. “I’d rather not make other people sad having to listen to all my trauma.” His hand lifts, gesturing helplessly before his shoulders slump slightly. “All for it for everyone else, though.” By all means.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
SuNJATA
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.
