// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
It’s definitely a challenge for Colt to get into the hammock and he watches with quiet amusement as she makes her first attempt, before she’s boldly claiming she might stand. A low laugh leaves him and a shake of his head, shifting over just a little more to try and give her enough room before she’s giving it another go. “C’mon, you can do it.” Comes the playful chiding, hanging onto his edge of the rope closest to him where it wraps around the tree.
Completely unable to hear anything with the bread gag she’s got in her mouth, Sunjata waits patiently for her to slip into the hammock, and when she finally does and he can let it start to swing a little again with the lift of one of his legs, the other tucked under him to keep his balance a bit more even with Colt having joined him. “Great job.” He praises her once her announcement is made, letting his comment shift into a warm laugh as she takes him up on the offer. “Cool. We can use the Pegasus if you don’t have a lot of things you’re bringing.” He suggests, though it’s apparent he’s up for any kind of adjustment needed to the plan.
As for the bartender and Thorn, though, Sunjata groans a little dramatically and rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah. Between us, I think the bartender likes it no matter how much he bitches about it.” He laughs, leaning in toward her like it’s a secret he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “A little love hate thing, I think, but we’ll see how it turns out.” He snickers.
Completely unable to hear anything with the bread gag she’s got in her mouth, Sunjata waits patiently for her to slip into the hammock, and when she finally does and he can let it start to swing a little again with the lift of one of his legs, the other tucked under him to keep his balance a bit more even with Colt having joined him. “Great job.” He praises her once her announcement is made, letting his comment shift into a warm laugh as she takes him up on the offer. “Cool. We can use the Pegasus if you don’t have a lot of things you’re bringing.” He suggests, though it’s apparent he’s up for any kind of adjustment needed to the plan.
As for the bartender and Thorn, though, Sunjata groans a little dramatically and rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah. Between us, I think the bartender likes it no matter how much he bitches about it.” He laughs, leaning in toward her like it’s a secret he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “A little love hate thing, I think, but we’ll see how it turns out.” He snickers.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
