SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
There's nothing he can do against the bite to his tone, the feather in his jaw. She stutters, trying to figure out what perhaps has made his mood so sour and slowly he shakes his head to her, but he doesn’t go near her, no soft smiles and lingering eyes while he settles on what she thinks the problems are. And she results at dinner bring late. He wants to scoff at it, to tell her that it’s not about dinner being late (though who is he kidding, it might partially be a reason as well).“It’s not about dinner, Phoebe.” There’s a hunt of a growl to his voice, stone gaze lingering on her as she shrinks. And quietly he thinks good, you should before he inhales sharply. “I went looking for you. You didn’t have Pim with you, and I couldn’t find you.” He says sharply, an edge and a bite to his voice. “What if something happened?” Very quickly he feels like a parent yelling at a child about the importance of safety.
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.
