// look who's digging their own grave //
It’s not a surprising thing to see the shadow hand the dustpan over. After all, Sunjata’s seen quite a few shadows move recently, imagining it had become somewhat of the norm. And he holds it down as she tidies up the pile, sweeping it into the pan so he can discard it and they can go again. “That sounds awful.” He comments, voice edging toward something of a groan of a sound, but the smile that crosses his face finds amusement with it regardless.
And then, as the question leaves her, his head cocks to the side – filtering his mind for Magrethe. It filters a few more times until eventually – his mind shifts it to Hotaru, and he licks his lips in contemplation as he focuses on moving the dust pan again. “She’s home. Recovering.” He chews on his cheek for a moment before his steel gaze lifts to scan her face.
“Not sure yet, but hopefully soon. Safrin says I’m sick so… It’s gotta be delayed again.” A shake of his head, an easy frown crossing his face as if it were the last thing he wanted to do. “Did you know, Deimos got me electrocuted?” He asks, shifting the subject quickly and easily – extending a starry tattooed arm toward her that shows pink spiderwebbing scars along veins – how the skin beneath the tattoo remains black and swirling with stars, but raised the entirety up his shoulder.
And then, as the question leaves her, his head cocks to the side – filtering his mind for Magrethe. It filters a few more times until eventually – his mind shifts it to Hotaru, and he licks his lips in contemplation as he focuses on moving the dust pan again. “She’s home. Recovering.” He chews on his cheek for a moment before his steel gaze lifts to scan her face.
“Not sure yet, but hopefully soon. Safrin says I’m sick so… It’s gotta be delayed again.” A shake of his head, an easy frown crossing his face as if it were the last thing he wanted to do. “Did you know, Deimos got me electrocuted?” He asks, shifting the subject quickly and easily – extending a starry tattooed arm toward her that shows pink spiderwebbing scars along veins – how the skin beneath the tattoo remains black and swirling with stars, but raised the entirety up his shoulder.
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.
