SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
Loren’s eyeroll certainly adds more amusement to the topic at hand, and when he listens to the response granted about it, the smirk given, there’s no shame in Sunjata when his own smirk grows somewhat predatory. His mouth parts to add something to the mix – a recollection of Lusea and both the hybrid and the attuned in the Temple before it dies at the response granted from Nate. So instead, he puffs out a quiet sigh, lifting the cigarette to his lips before pointedly shrugging at the mention that Loren doesn’t like the smoke. “You should’ve.” He smirks with a tip of his head, though the world begins to spin a small amount with that gesture and he clings to Nate a bit more.
But Loren’s departing now, and Sunjata shrugs lightly to that – also having never quite done that but not bringing it up either. Instead he offers a nod and a wave, a mental note to send a letter Loren’s way from Torchline whenever he gets a chance. And like he’s in a daze, he focuses on the back of Loren as well, not noticing the sharpness of Nate’s thoughts on the matter, of the comment of the dragon, and perhaps he should have as he tilts his head toward the Ascended.
“It is.” He agrees a bit quieter, following Nate’s tug back into the bar. “But yeah! Remind me to tell you about that, because that's a fuckin' story.” He begins to rumble, a shift of his attention to that, and likely the water that waits inside.
- FIN
But Loren’s departing now, and Sunjata shrugs lightly to that – also having never quite done that but not bringing it up either. Instead he offers a nod and a wave, a mental note to send a letter Loren’s way from Torchline whenever he gets a chance. And like he’s in a daze, he focuses on the back of Loren as well, not noticing the sharpness of Nate’s thoughts on the matter, of the comment of the dragon, and perhaps he should have as he tilts his head toward the Ascended.
“It is.” He agrees a bit quieter, following Nate’s tug back into the bar. “But yeah! Remind me to tell you about that, because that's a fuckin' story.” He begins to rumble, a shift of his attention to that, and likely the water that waits inside.
- FIN
not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind
at least nothing you would mind
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.
