I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
Oh, he’s excited. And some of it rubs off on Sunjata, the smirk shifting to something wider, something far more genuine when Nate seems to dive right in. So he settles, letting the expert go about explaining – silently thankful for it as he lifts his leg up to tuck under him, sitting back a bit when he focuses on Nate, letting his gaze drift along the other man’s face, drifting down to the hands that wave with the explanation. Still, he can’t help the slight laugh that slips from his throat, some lightness coming over him as he considers it. “Alright. I’ll apologize in advance for whatever I say.” He flashes a wink toward Nate – not really knowing what might slip from his lips if he gets too fucked up. At least with alcohol he knows his limits, knows when to stop before his tongue grows too loose.
Nate’s laughter is far more of a balm than Sunjata could ever explain it to be, and he leans into the brief touch to his face, almost like that feline shift coming out with how he nuzzles into him slightly before his steel gaze does indeed watch Nate work. None of it makes sense to him, nor does he think that it should, really, but that’s beside the point. As Nate finishes up the joint, Sunjata can’t help but to raise a brow at it, gaze flickering back toward Nate with far more amusement gleaming in his eyes than there probably should be. “Looks like a fucked up smoke if you ask me, but okay.” He teases lightly, turning toward Nate a bit more fully.
If he can, feels like a challenge. But he tries to keep the warning in mind as he takes it between two fingers and leans forward toward the lighter that Nate holds out to light it. Some parts of him take over as usual, like a cigarette – but holy shit the smoke is thicker almost, a bit more enveloping, irritating the different parts of his throat that the cigarette smoke had long since changed. He manages to hold it all of… What, two seconds? Before he’s sputtering ever so slightly, exhaling it in a slight coughing fit, steel gaze shooting to Nate as he fumbles to recover. “Hold it a little bit if you can?” He asks, trying to take a deep inhale of breath to recover, some playful accusation lingering in his tone.
Nate’s laughter is far more of a balm than Sunjata could ever explain it to be, and he leans into the brief touch to his face, almost like that feline shift coming out with how he nuzzles into him slightly before his steel gaze does indeed watch Nate work. None of it makes sense to him, nor does he think that it should, really, but that’s beside the point. As Nate finishes up the joint, Sunjata can’t help but to raise a brow at it, gaze flickering back toward Nate with far more amusement gleaming in his eyes than there probably should be. “Looks like a fucked up smoke if you ask me, but okay.” He teases lightly, turning toward Nate a bit more fully.
If he can, feels like a challenge. But he tries to keep the warning in mind as he takes it between two fingers and leans forward toward the lighter that Nate holds out to light it. Some parts of him take over as usual, like a cigarette – but holy shit the smoke is thicker almost, a bit more enveloping, irritating the different parts of his throat that the cigarette smoke had long since changed. He manages to hold it all of… What, two seconds? Before he’s sputtering ever so slightly, exhaling it in a slight coughing fit, steel gaze shooting to Nate as he fumbles to recover. “Hold it a little bit if you can?” He asks, trying to take a deep inhale of breath to recover, some playful accusation lingering in his tone.
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.
