// 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 //
As they pick which shift to make the trek back in, Sunjata’s laugh joins her own as she offers her little compliments regarding what she was bringing with her and his ability to read between the lines to figure out which one she’d likely prefer. And while he’d seen her ride some demon horses, it wasn’t at all the same as a dragon, and if he had a horse-like shift that could get them back with ease, he might as well use it.
As for the bartender and one of his more popular courtesans, Sunjata takes a sip from his drink and starts to nibble at his meal again. “Oh, obviously. Think I’d keep that tea all to myself?” He asks, shooting her a lopsided grin, one that isn’t quite reciprocated as if she’s just remembering something important. Confusion flares for a second, threatening to pinch his brows together when she finally continues and mentions the beastiary of King’s End.
And why something might have gone from his region over to the desert, he doesn’t know. But he does have a pretty good handle on what to expect when it comes to his own region, so he cocks his head. “Sure. But uh, I know it pretty well too, you wanna describe what it was like and maybe I can see if anything fits that I’ve seen before there?” In King’s End, at least. He’d only been to Hak Etme a handful of times, each one with its own sour memory.
As for the bartender and one of his more popular courtesans, Sunjata takes a sip from his drink and starts to nibble at his meal again. “Oh, obviously. Think I’d keep that tea all to myself?” He asks, shooting her a lopsided grin, one that isn’t quite reciprocated as if she’s just remembering something important. Confusion flares for a second, threatening to pinch his brows together when she finally continues and mentions the beastiary of King’s End.
And why something might have gone from his region over to the desert, he doesn’t know. But he does have a pretty good handle on what to expect when it comes to his own region, so he cocks his head. “Sure. But uh, I know it pretty well too, you wanna describe what it was like and maybe I can see if anything fits that I’ve seen before there?” In King’s End, at least. He’d only been to Hak Etme a handful of times, each one with its own sour memory.
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.
