SUNJATA
She denies his claim that his chest was his best feature, those steel gaze drifting down to look at the top of her head with a soft smile at her. Though it wasn’t the first time those had been claimed to be a feature of his, and perhaps that’s why he gained those confident stares. Regardless he nods to her with a soft smile tugging the corner of his lips. She claims he’s incorrigible and he chuckles deeply to her, shoulders rising in a small shrug, before he can tell she’s getting tired. He is too, and he listens quietly for a bit as she trails off. “I suppose that’s true.” He hums, stifling a yawn.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
