// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Ugh, yeah.” Sunjata drawls, settling in the bench with a huffy little sigh. “Ground’s still hard, but we’ve been working on digging out the spot the river would be. Figured it’d be more melted by now.” Such a shame, truthfully. That, plus the chill in the air has made it less than comfortable wandering around King’s End in Flowerbirth.
When it came to the drama of Vesper and Colt, though, Sunjata snorts and rolls his eyes – because they both know that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. “Yeah, you’d think.” But given his Heartless nature these days, he finds he doesn’t care much. Whatever happened would happen and the end result just meant he’d get what he needed done – unicorns to purify the river.
But when it comes to his friend, Sunjata’s smile grows a little softer as he looks over and watches her weave the flowers – unsure what they’re for, but chooses to focus instead on the subject of him getting out more and actually making friends now. “A friend friend.” He says, because they really aren’t anything right now, nor would they be with Sunjata’s heart situation. So rather than give hope where there isn’t any for the moment, Sunjata’s pleased to talk about the friend he’s started to rely on Niki as. “I think you might know him.” His brows pinch together slightly before he’s tilting his head. “His name’s Niki, he used to live in the Greatwood but he moved to King’s End. He’s made a couple things for me before he moved and let me crash on his couch once or twice.” A soft laugh leaves him, shoulder rising and falling in a shrug, but he does quietly watch Melita’s face to see if there’s any recognition there.
When it came to the drama of Vesper and Colt, though, Sunjata snorts and rolls his eyes – because they both know that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. “Yeah, you’d think.” But given his Heartless nature these days, he finds he doesn’t care much. Whatever happened would happen and the end result just meant he’d get what he needed done – unicorns to purify the river.
But when it comes to his friend, Sunjata’s smile grows a little softer as he looks over and watches her weave the flowers – unsure what they’re for, but chooses to focus instead on the subject of him getting out more and actually making friends now. “A friend friend.” He says, because they really aren’t anything right now, nor would they be with Sunjata’s heart situation. So rather than give hope where there isn’t any for the moment, Sunjata’s pleased to talk about the friend he’s started to rely on Niki as. “I think you might know him.” His brows pinch together slightly before he’s tilting his head. “His name’s Niki, he used to live in the Greatwood but he moved to King’s End. He’s made a couple things for me before he moved and let me crash on his couch once or twice.” A soft laugh leaves him, shoulder rising and falling in a shrug, but he does quietly watch Melita’s face to see if there’s any recognition there.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
