all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
“Alright.” He offers, pushing off from the barstool to tuck it back in under the counter and turn to her. He grabs a broom nearby, a pan to have her hold once he gets the piles in order. “So we’ll start with picking up the big stuff and putting it in the bin over there, yeah? And then you can hold the pan.” He offers, gesturing to the bits and pieces of paper and feathers left behind from Haai that need to be cleaned up.
Then, he begins to sweep some of the left behind ash that had drifted inward, trying to clean up as much of it as possible and clean the sand where he could, to ensure that he can keep it as clean as possible. And with her help and the sweeping mostly done – the bag he was working on earlier still seemed to hold up – everything worked out relatively easy, even if it was fairly boring.
- FIN
Then, he begins to sweep some of the left behind ash that had drifted inward, trying to clean up as much of it as possible and clean the sand where he could, to ensure that he can keep it as clean as possible. And with her help and the sweeping mostly done – the bag he was working on earlier still seemed to hold up – everything worked out relatively easy, even if it was fairly boring.
- FIN
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.
