i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“We can hit it when we go out again?” He suggests as Niki draws quiet to stoke the fire. He starts to relax a little more, especially as Niki admits that he was hoping he’d offer. And with the rules laid out, the Heartless lets a warm accented laugh leave him. “Of course. Can’t have it be masking anything.” Even if he really wanted it to at times – though the amount of syrup added was entirely based off of how terrible the coffee was. And given his experience with Niki’s coffees so far? They definitely don’t require a lot.
Leaning against the counter with his hip, Sunjata lets his smile grow more crooked and boyish before a dramatic glimpse of shock crosses his face. “No? Wow.” He murmurs, as if Niki was some kind of world traveler and the most athletic, sporty person he knew. The façade falls quickly, though, softening into easy conversation.
The too casual question comes like a clear waterproof bandaid trying to hide their last encounter, but Sunjata watches Niki with warm steel eyes, brighter somehow with the flickering lights of his home. “Not bad. Though honestly, I haven’t done much else but prep for the party and LongNight in general. And if I’m not doing that, I’m trying to get some sleep.” Which was a challenge of its own, as Niki might remember.
His hand rests on the edge of the counter as he shifts to flatten a bit so his lower back settles against it and has him a little closer to Niki. “How’ve you been? Aside from starting your coffee empire.”
Leaning against the counter with his hip, Sunjata lets his smile grow more crooked and boyish before a dramatic glimpse of shock crosses his face. “No? Wow.” He murmurs, as if Niki was some kind of world traveler and the most athletic, sporty person he knew. The façade falls quickly, though, softening into easy conversation.
The too casual question comes like a clear waterproof bandaid trying to hide their last encounter, but Sunjata watches Niki with warm steel eyes, brighter somehow with the flickering lights of his home. “Not bad. Though honestly, I haven’t done much else but prep for the party and LongNight in general. And if I’m not doing that, I’m trying to get some sleep.” Which was a challenge of its own, as Niki might remember.
His hand rests on the edge of the counter as he shifts to flatten a bit so his lower back settles against it and has him a little closer to Niki. “How’ve you been? Aside from starting your coffee empire.”
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.
