i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“A bit of both, I think.” He murmurs with a soft snort. He follows suit and puts his gloves in his coat pocket as he slips out of it, taking a second to admire the green cableknit sweater the other man wears. Sunjata, himself, has a charcoal grey v neck sweater that he promptly bunches the sleeves up on. “Eh, mostly? One year when the Family was around it was pretty bad, but other than that it’s been relatively easy.” He shoots a soft smile back over at Niki before he hangs his coat and leans against the counter, arms folding easily across his chest as he takes in the things Niki purchased at the stall.
Nodding at the idea of community and it working, there’s a small fraction of tension that loosens from his shoulders in agreement. If Niki could see it, then everyone else could too. But when it comes to the hot cider, Sunjata’s laugh is low and warm. “Yeah, true. I don’t blame you.” He winces a little at the end before shrugging it off. “What’d you pick up?” He’s nosy as can be, it seems, his gaze dropping from Niki’s face and pride that lingers there to the bag of goodies.
Nodding at the idea of community and it working, there’s a small fraction of tension that loosens from his shoulders in agreement. If Niki could see it, then everyone else could too. But when it comes to the hot cider, Sunjata’s laugh is low and warm. “Yeah, true. I don’t blame you.” He winces a little at the end before shrugging it off. “What’d you pick up?” He’s nosy as can be, it seems, his gaze dropping from Niki’s face and pride that lingers there to the bag of goodies.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
