may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
Nate wrinkles his nose and Sunjata snorts to that, shaking his head slightly in agreement. “Not much to write home about, honestly.” A small wry smirk to that, before he leans a small amount toward Nate at the follow-up comment, a hum of a laugh slipping from his throat. “That you do.” An agreement, though Sunjata couldn’t think of any other way he’d want it.
So he listens quietly at the mention of pirate treasure, and what kind of treasure that actually would end up being – nothing like the stories he’s heard of back in Korofi… But interesting nonetheless. Still, there’s an edge to Nate’s tone that has him glancing over toward the Ascended to spot the slight flicker of irritation, the curl of his lip, before the smile is offered back at him. And he nods, regardless, imagining it would probably be useful for testing… But not much else, probably.
He can understand the frustration to that.
But then, then he’s a snake, slithering along the sand to poke his head into one of the shifting holes, and he coils back as the creature darts out of the hole, slipping and swaggering its way along the sand. He can feel Nate’s fingers along the scales to his back, and it’s a strange… Dulled sensation, something he imagines that Nate might feel. And for a moment, Sunjata lifts his head, hood flaring and tongue darting out toward the turtle again before dark eyes glance back to Nate at the offered arm. It seems like he’s keen on following the turtle along its maiden voyage to the ocean, and Sunjata doesn’t want to miss out.
He stretches out, slinking along Nate’s outstretched arm, but not stopping there – tugging himself along until he reaches Nate’s shoulder, slipping around to drape himself around the Ascended’s neck, tail flickering and tongue poking out at Nate’s neck before he settles nearby his ear, a soft hiss offered in his perch of dark clothes and raven hair, tapping lightly at Nate’s shoulder with a dark tail, dark eyes focused on the path the turtle takes.
So he listens quietly at the mention of pirate treasure, and what kind of treasure that actually would end up being – nothing like the stories he’s heard of back in Korofi… But interesting nonetheless. Still, there’s an edge to Nate’s tone that has him glancing over toward the Ascended to spot the slight flicker of irritation, the curl of his lip, before the smile is offered back at him. And he nods, regardless, imagining it would probably be useful for testing… But not much else, probably.
He can understand the frustration to that.
But then, then he’s a snake, slithering along the sand to poke his head into one of the shifting holes, and he coils back as the creature darts out of the hole, slipping and swaggering its way along the sand. He can feel Nate’s fingers along the scales to his back, and it’s a strange… Dulled sensation, something he imagines that Nate might feel. And for a moment, Sunjata lifts his head, hood flaring and tongue darting out toward the turtle again before dark eyes glance back to Nate at the offered arm. It seems like he’s keen on following the turtle along its maiden voyage to the ocean, and Sunjata doesn’t want to miss out.
He stretches out, slinking along Nate’s outstretched arm, but not stopping there – tugging himself along until he reaches Nate’s shoulder, slipping around to drape himself around the Ascended’s neck, tail flickering and tongue poking out at Nate’s neck before he settles nearby his ear, a soft hiss offered in his perch of dark clothes and raven hair, tapping lightly at Nate’s shoulder with a dark tail, dark eyes focused on the path the turtle takes.
SUNJATA
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.
