SUNJATA
the flood
Watching the toy be handed off and exchanged, Sunjata nods to hear that was the intention of the Warden before the question is turned onto himself. “Just enjoying some warmth before heading back home.” He admits, his smile a touch lopsided for the not great reasoning of being in Torchline, especially when the possibility of running into Hotaru was higher being here given Flora’s residence.
But then, it seems like Deimos is a bit lost in his thoughts, and when the question comes Sunjata straightens up, brows pinching a bit as he looks over at Halo’s Warden. “I was, yeah. But I didn’t fall asleep. Did you?” He asks, not really ashamed for his nosiness, especially as he gives Deimos a more attentive look, as if trying to understand whether or not Deimos had and what he might have heard or seen.
But then, it seems like Deimos is a bit lost in his thoughts, and when the question comes Sunjata straightens up, brows pinching a bit as he looks over at Halo’s Warden. “I was, yeah. But I didn’t fall asleep. Did you?” He asks, not really ashamed for his nosiness, especially as he gives Deimos a more attentive look, as if trying to understand whether or not Deimos had and what he might have heard or seen.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
