SuNjATA
the flood
“Well, hopefully the only smashing involved is drinking and extra curricular activities.” He teases Libbs with a quiet chuckle, but Libbs follows him anyway.
A casual smirk is sent Wessex’s way with the greeting for the same thought process on alcohol. But they’d always had a similar one, for the most part, so it comes as no surprise. Still, he’s somewhat surprised at the following he receives as he makes his way toward Nate where he lingers by the table. He does catch Wessex’s eye about Libbs and a snort leaves him before he reaches to pull Libbs in beside him. “Hey Libbs, have you met Wessex?” He asks her, attempting to push the two toward one another. “Can’t hang around me all night as the muscle, she can help.” He teases her with a wink before his gaze lifts to Wessex with a brief shake of his head, an angle toward Nate with a wiggle of a brow.
Nate’s low voice causes a smirk to cross his face. “Oh, come on. I brought the whiskey you like.” A knowing glance is sent Nate’s way before passing the bottle toward him with a grin. “But I suppose if you’re going to whine about it, here.” A casual wink that’s anything but casual.
Oliver’s question captures his attention next, and he offers a grin toward the other man, settling in beside Nate comfortably. “If there was a dress code they should’ve added it to the invite.” He teases lightly, before a snort leaves him. “I wouldn’t know though, I didn’t get one. So I’m wearing what’s comfortable.” A shrug to that before he pours himself, Nate, and Oliver a small glass of what he’s brought before giving Wessex, Libbs, Oliver, and Nate a small raise of his glass in a small toast.
A casual smirk is sent Wessex’s way with the greeting for the same thought process on alcohol. But they’d always had a similar one, for the most part, so it comes as no surprise. Still, he’s somewhat surprised at the following he receives as he makes his way toward Nate where he lingers by the table. He does catch Wessex’s eye about Libbs and a snort leaves him before he reaches to pull Libbs in beside him. “Hey Libbs, have you met Wessex?” He asks her, attempting to push the two toward one another. “Can’t hang around me all night as the muscle, she can help.” He teases her with a wink before his gaze lifts to Wessex with a brief shake of his head, an angle toward Nate with a wiggle of a brow.
Nate’s low voice causes a smirk to cross his face. “Oh, come on. I brought the whiskey you like.” A knowing glance is sent Nate’s way before passing the bottle toward him with a grin. “But I suppose if you’re going to whine about it, here.” A casual wink that’s anything but casual.
Oliver’s question captures his attention next, and he offers a grin toward the other man, settling in beside Nate comfortably. “If there was a dress code they should’ve added it to the invite.” He teases lightly, before a snort leaves him. “I wouldn’t know though, I didn’t get one. So I’m wearing what’s comfortable.” A shrug to that before he pours himself, Nate, and Oliver a small glass of what he’s brought before giving Wessex, Libbs, Oliver, and Nate a small raise of his glass in a small toast.
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
