// i'm not so good with tenses //
Wincing a little as Melita explains further, the way she glances up at him has the Heartless shaking his head. “Not usually, but..” There’s a difference between it being malicious and just happening. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but he shrugs his shoulders in the interim as if that might be good enough.
He decides to take the bell in his hands, the sunny etching reminding him of the first creep of the sun to ward away the dark of LongNight. “I was gonna go and see Frey about it, too.” But much like her thought process, Sunjata’s well aware of the way his deity tended to flow with most things – though perhaps they’d be more interested in it this go around because sleeping at the most inopportune times meant less time for anything actually fun and self indulgent.
But who knows, really. Instead, his nose wrinkles and he shakes his head as he thanks the merchant and pockets the bell. “What’re you going to upgrade it to?” Longer distance? A bigger confetti burst?
He decides to take the bell in his hands, the sunny etching reminding him of the first creep of the sun to ward away the dark of LongNight. “I was gonna go and see Frey about it, too.” But much like her thought process, Sunjata’s well aware of the way his deity tended to flow with most things – though perhaps they’d be more interested in it this go around because sleeping at the most inopportune times meant less time for anything actually fun and self indulgent.
But who knows, really. Instead, his nose wrinkles and he shakes his head as he thanks the merchant and pockets the bell. “What’re you going to upgrade it to?” Longer distance? A bigger confetti burst?
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
