SUNJATA
the flood
Sunjata has no idea what Ronin means by it going around. So he easily ignores it for the follow up question. “I’ve worked very hard to make sure it has the right amount of sunlight.” He murmurs, but flashes Ronin a grin regardless, moving over to the side to let Ronin through the window. “You’re always welcome to come through my window, Ronin.” He waves a hand before sinking back into the blankets and pulling them over his scarred chest.
Once Ronin was presumably within the room, he focuses his attention on the Star and pats the bed. “I feel perfect. I just haven’t left the room because somebody is blocking it and won’t move.” He points to the door that’s cracked, nobody on either side, but the Flood glares at it all the same. “He’s being quite the dick about it actually — Oh! Did you bring snacks?” Sitting up in the bed now, his attention snaps to Ronin with a toothy, fanged grin.
Once Ronin was presumably within the room, he focuses his attention on the Star and pats the bed. “I feel perfect. I just haven’t left the room because somebody is blocking it and won’t move.” He points to the door that’s cracked, nobody on either side, but the Flood glares at it all the same. “He’s being quite the dick about it actually — Oh! Did you bring snacks?” Sitting up in the bed now, his attention snaps to Ronin with a toothy, fanged grin.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
