all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Luckily for him, he can ignore the screeching for the most part as the oven slides into place a small amount. A huff of a sigh leaves him as he feels Weaver’s healing work to help his foot – throwing a smile her way and a nod of thanks and agreement to ensure they stop being shit at this. But it seems Weaver’s attempts are less successful than his side, and it struggles with the budging of the appliance, and Sunjata watches as she flops to the ground, a dark brow raised – wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now.
So he watches, pausing, until she gets into place and braces her feet against the side, pushing and Sunjata reaches for it to pull to try and slide that portion into place as well. “Gods I’m going to need a drink after this.” Sunjata replies heartily, a small chuckle leaving his lips with it, ignoring the ache in his foot and the ache in his heart with Delphia being near.
Sunjata tries to pull while Weaver pushes!
So he watches, pausing, until she gets into place and braces her feet against the side, pushing and Sunjata reaches for it to pull to try and slide that portion into place as well. “Gods I’m going to need a drink after this.” Sunjata replies heartily, a small chuckle leaving his lips with it, ignoring the ache in his foot and the ache in his heart with Delphia being near.
Sunjata tries to pull while Weaver pushes!
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.
