SuNjATA
the flood
She’s always matched that toothy, sharp smile he offers her – and it only adds to the fun, despite his bitterness that Jigano had let his name slip. But he has the upper hand, he’d learned it first, and he’d be damned if she tried to take that away from him. Still, he takes the wink she gives with a hummed chuckle in response as he goes to walk by her after everyone else’s departure. His arm brushes by her shoulder, but she’s quick, and he pauses just enough when she pinches his ass of all things, quipping to him back.
A steel sort of sharp look is sent back, predator to predator. “Are you sure you’re tall enough?” He winks back to her before he continues on his task and she disappears. He starts on removing the doors and then suddenly finds the nest of baby opossums. A tilt to his head as he regards the creatures, their tininess and if he’s being honest, adorableness. Glancing around, looking for the mother if she’s around, but when he finds nothing he makes his way to looking for any kind of cloth he can use for it.
But then he realizes he probably shouldn’t be using the fabrics that Hotaru plans on turning into clothes, and with nothing else to turn to he sighs lightly, removing his shirt and using it to pull the tiny creatures into his shirt, a makeshift little pouch like opossum mother’s did, before he slips out from one of the back doors to place his shirt along with the tiny opossums nearby some shrubs in case the mother comes for them.
Wandering back in, he continues to work, cleaning up the cupboards and starting to reattach the hinges and doors.
A steel sort of sharp look is sent back, predator to predator. “Are you sure you’re tall enough?” He winks back to her before he continues on his task and she disappears. He starts on removing the doors and then suddenly finds the nest of baby opossums. A tilt to his head as he regards the creatures, their tininess and if he’s being honest, adorableness. Glancing around, looking for the mother if she’s around, but when he finds nothing he makes his way to looking for any kind of cloth he can use for it.
But then he realizes he probably shouldn’t be using the fabrics that Hotaru plans on turning into clothes, and with nothing else to turn to he sighs lightly, removing his shirt and using it to pull the tiny creatures into his shirt, a makeshift little pouch like opossum mother’s did, before he slips out from one of the back doors to place his shirt along with the tiny opossums nearby some shrubs in case the mother comes for them.
Wandering back in, he continues to work, cleaning up the cupboards and starting to reattach the hinges and doors.
would you run away with me?
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.
