all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
A chuckle is given to Weaver at the comment of the clothes – an understanding nod to that. He’d had to do it one of the first time’s he’d gone to Halo and nearly froze to death. But he hands her the pack, a mock bow as if he’s well aware he’s this hero she seeks, before snorting and moving on to work on lifting the stove and oven. “I’m usually the scapegoat.” He rumbles with a tease, despite the fact that his nyala form lets him compel the goats, a little half hidden pun beneath it.
But all the fun and games begins to shift away, not as the oven they try to move slips promptly out of their hands and falls flat on his foot. It hits the space atop the arch, Korofi curses spurting from his lips as he tries to lift the oven to get his foot out from beneath it, trying to right it and also put less weight on the foot. He can already feel his heartbeat thundering within it, pausing to gain his breath and let the pain subside enough he might be able to try to scoot the oven over.
Sunjata drops the fuckin oven on his foot and then after a bit of recovering LOL tries to slide the oven over.
But all the fun and games begins to shift away, not as the oven they try to move slips promptly out of their hands and falls flat on his foot. It hits the space atop the arch, Korofi curses spurting from his lips as he tries to lift the oven to get his foot out from beneath it, trying to right it and also put less weight on the foot. He can already feel his heartbeat thundering within it, pausing to gain his breath and let the pain subside enough he might be able to try to scoot the oven over.
Sunjata drops the fuckin oven on his foot and then after a bit of recovering LOL tries to slide the oven over.
SUNJATA
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.
