relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“See? Exactly. It’s perfect.” Sunjata grins over toward Niki’s sly smile, content that it really wouldn’t be that different from when the rest of King’s End would come alive with flowers in Flowerbirth. So if Niki were to have random piles of dirt in his backyard, well, it would be very unlikely anyone would have anything to say about it.
Chuckling softly to the agreement that leaves the necromancer in terms of surviving harboring the majority of their luck, it makes him look over the other man again briefly. He’s known about the leg, obviously, and the brief view of scars he’d seen before Niki had hidden them away, but he starts to wonder what other things might hide in the confines of the other man’s clothes and just how much of it Niki despised (based off of his own personal view over the scars).
But this is neither the time nor place to talk about those, so he inclines his head instead in agreement and offers out the room once more, and much to his surprise and delight the necromancer takes him up on it. “However long you need it for, it’s yours.” Sunjata’s just as breezy with his answer as Niki had been with his shrug previously, and as Sunjata starts to shuffle to the edge of the booth as well, he sees the way Niki plops back down onto the booth with a bark of laughter that’s like music to his ears.
Sunjata stands regardless, the grin bright on his face as he extends a hand for the necromancer to take. “Let me help.” He offers out, whether it be another person to ensure he doesn’t fall and eat shit or to carry him up to the room. But he’d promised not to pick Niki up without being told to, and he would very much like to keep his shins intact, thank you.
Chuckling softly to the agreement that leaves the necromancer in terms of surviving harboring the majority of their luck, it makes him look over the other man again briefly. He’s known about the leg, obviously, and the brief view of scars he’d seen before Niki had hidden them away, but he starts to wonder what other things might hide in the confines of the other man’s clothes and just how much of it Niki despised (based off of his own personal view over the scars).
But this is neither the time nor place to talk about those, so he inclines his head instead in agreement and offers out the room once more, and much to his surprise and delight the necromancer takes him up on it. “However long you need it for, it’s yours.” Sunjata’s just as breezy with his answer as Niki had been with his shrug previously, and as Sunjata starts to shuffle to the edge of the booth as well, he sees the way Niki plops back down onto the booth with a bark of laughter that’s like music to his ears.
Sunjata stands regardless, the grin bright on his face as he extends a hand for the necromancer to take. “Let me help.” He offers out, whether it be another person to ensure he doesn’t fall and eat shit or to carry him up to the room. But he’d promised not to pick Niki up without being told to, and he would very much like to keep his shins intact, thank you.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
