So it’s like this, then. Perhaps he should know better, but the frustration from Remi is palpable in the air and it reflects on Sunjata with his own. And now? Now he can be frustrated and angry and upset about all of it. And when it comes to the ‘I don’t really care how it felt to you’, Sunjata can’t help but to mutter a “[say]that’s nice[/say]” under his breath. But it doesn’t stop there, no, Remi continues and despite his gaze traveling, Sunjata’s are hard, cold, staring right at Remi.
“[say]It can’t have been easy?[/say]” He repeats, urging the last word as if it made all the difference. “[say]You’re preaching to the choir about family, Remi, you do know that don’t you?[/say]” Muscles feather in his jaw, letting himself draw in a sharp breath before he pushes off the bar top to lean back against the counter of the kitchen. “[say]And what was I supposed to say? I’ve been here and haven’t fucking left. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to you. The cats and Haai can’t tell you that I haven’t left.[/say]” He snaps, internally chastising himself and drawing in another breath to try and even himself out.
“[say]It can’t have been easy?[/say]” He repeats, urging the last word as if it made all the difference. “[say]You’re preaching to the choir about family, Remi, you do know that don’t you?[/say]” Muscles feather in his jaw, letting himself draw in a sharp breath before he pushes off the bar top to lean back against the counter of the kitchen. “[say]And what was I supposed to say? I’ve been here and haven’t fucking left. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to you. The cats and Haai can’t tell you that I haven’t left.[/say]” He snaps, internally chastising himself and drawing in another breath to try and even himself out.
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.
