all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Oliver’s waggle of his eyebrow causes Sunjata to snort. It wasn’t really something he paid too much attention to – they were effectively almost permanent nowadays anyway. So when the question hits his lips, he gives another half smirk, a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. “Nate likes ‘em.” He offers, flashing Oliver a wink before they continue to walk toward the bar and Sunjata explains what exactly his title means.
And with it? Another quiet laugh slipping from his throat. “I’d hope not.” Though when it came down to it, it was quite unlikely Oliver could do much to be tossed into a prison. So instead, he focuses on slipping into the bar through the door as they arrive, listening as Oliver goes on to explain that a lot of things had happened. He grabs a couple glasses of water, sliding them along the bar to wherever Oliver chooses to sit, before grabbing two more to fill with some dark liquor.
Sliding one to Oliver and taking a seat beside the hybrid, he turns his attention to what Oliver has to say. There’s a slightly more appreciative smile that crosses his face with that. “I think you might’ve found your thing, huh?” A raise of his brow to the change in tone as he takes a sip from the glass. “Torchline reminds me of home, too. I always wanted to have a house by the sea.” A rise and fall of his shoulders to that.
And with it? Another quiet laugh slipping from his throat. “I’d hope not.” Though when it came down to it, it was quite unlikely Oliver could do much to be tossed into a prison. So instead, he focuses on slipping into the bar through the door as they arrive, listening as Oliver goes on to explain that a lot of things had happened. He grabs a couple glasses of water, sliding them along the bar to wherever Oliver chooses to sit, before grabbing two more to fill with some dark liquor.
Sliding one to Oliver and taking a seat beside the hybrid, he turns his attention to what Oliver has to say. There’s a slightly more appreciative smile that crosses his face with that. “I think you might’ve found your thing, huh?” A raise of his brow to the change in tone as he takes a sip from the glass. “Torchline reminds me of home, too. I always wanted to have a house by the sea.” A rise and fall of his shoulders to that.
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.
