daydream about me, and i know that you hate the nights without me
“It does help.” Sunjata rumbles, flashing a wink back at the Star. So long as one could admit to it, he supposes it’s less of a problem and more of an observation at the end of the day. Regardless, the Flood moves to stand, muscles flexing in his back as he tries to push himself up, slipping in the sand a bit. Luckily for him, however, Ronin approaches, a hand offered that Sunjata latches onto – accepting the help to stand back on his two feet. His face is red and sore, a bit of blood drying to his cheekbone now.
But he throws an arm over Ronin’s shoulders, tugging the Star with him under the ropes and to the small kitchenette where he finally releases Ronin. “I probably should.” He agrees with a huff of laughter, pulling a couple of glasses out, pouring water into them and a bit of ice, before taking some more ice and putting it into a small makeshift bag. He slides the glass toward Ronin before taking a sip of his own glass and puts the icepack over his eye. “Give yourself some credit though, a shiner and a few solid bruises. Probably last a few weeks.” The grin he shoots toward Ronin is amused.
But he throws an arm over Ronin’s shoulders, tugging the Star with him under the ropes and to the small kitchenette where he finally releases Ronin. “I probably should.” He agrees with a huff of laughter, pulling a couple of glasses out, pouring water into them and a bit of ice, before taking some more ice and putting it into a small makeshift bag. He slides the glass toward Ronin before taking a sip of his own glass and puts the icepack over his eye. “Give yourself some credit though, a shiner and a few solid bruises. Probably last a few weeks.” The grin he shoots toward Ronin is amused.
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.
