SuNjATA
the flood
Sunjata nods to Oliver back. The Temple had many a thing to do, the Rathskeller for drinks and chats, the Atheneum for books to read and couches to sit upon, the Infirmary – a place he’ll whole heartedly avoid unless absolutely necessary. The options were basically limitless, and since they had worked together to fix it up, they could at least reinspect the work they had done. It seems as solid a plan as any, for a man that didn’t really ever have a plan – just floating along place to place, even to event.
Oliver’s comment draws a smirk to Sunjata’s face as he looks back over toward the blonde man. “It should warm up, at least I hope it does.” He says with a slight pout to his face. “It never snowed where I’m from, and I hate how cold it is. That’s why I have so many furs all the time.” He tells Oliver with a playful wink before he hums a quiet laugh. “I hate being cold.”
Oliver’s comment draws a smirk to Sunjata’s face as he looks back over toward the blonde man. “It should warm up, at least I hope it does.” He says with a slight pout to his face. “It never snowed where I’m from, and I hate how cold it is. That’s why I have so many furs all the time.” He tells Oliver with a playful wink before he hums a quiet laugh. “I hate being cold.”
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
