all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Some fucking how, the stove doesn’t move. And Sunjata bites down on the inside of his cheek – the exertion of trying to pull the stove toward the space it was supposed to go, turning the back of his neck and cheeks red, the veins in his arms crossing over the muscle with the movement it took. And when it doesn’t budge he lets out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward and running a hand through wavy dark hair. “What in the actual fuck.” He rumbles, glancing down to Weaver with a raised brow and a chuckle of disbelief.
Saiden appears, and Sunjata nods – though somewhere internally frustrated at the fact that they couldn’t handle it on their own. “Sure, I don’t know what’s happening.” Sunjata rumbles with a quiet laugh. And then, when Saiden gets into place, Sunjata tries again to pull at it while they push – trying to align it up right with the rest of it.
Sunjata tries to pull the stove into place again!
Saiden appears, and Sunjata nods – though somewhere internally frustrated at the fact that they couldn’t handle it on their own. “Sure, I don’t know what’s happening.” Sunjata rumbles with a quiet laugh. And then, when Saiden gets into place, Sunjata tries again to pull at it while they push – trying to align it up right with the rest of it.
Sunjata tries to pull the stove into place again!
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.
