// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
A smirk is leveled Jack’s way. “So then you take them when you’re alone or with someone else equally as fucked up.” Gods knew Sunjata barely remembered anything from the times he’d taken it. He’s sure he’s admitted to a great many things, but luckily none had been used against him recently. But he shrugs back to Jack anyway, turning his attention to the globe, brows furrowing as it shifts but doesn’t spin very far, his head tilting quite canine-like as he watches the colors blur and meld together.
“Oh.” He rumbles, quickly retracting his hand to his own book, likely to not fuck with anything else. He returns to the page, the notes kept and remade from the ones ruined in his office from the two of them. “I’m starting it in a few days, I’d rather you have an idea so I don’t blindside you. Sorry I’m not working around your migraine schedule.” A dark brow raises as slit steel meets Jack again. “The plan is to put out groynes. It was either that or a coral reef that surrounds the beach but that would make it tougher for the Ark.” And because Jack’s still sitting on his bed and can’t see the diagrams, Sunjata collects the pages and moves closer, pulling a bench or a stool, anything to sit on in front of the captain. “This plan… Means that if you come in too hard and shallow, you’ll hit them.” So it will benefit you if there’s trouble following you. He almost adds in but refrains.
“Oh.” He rumbles, quickly retracting his hand to his own book, likely to not fuck with anything else. He returns to the page, the notes kept and remade from the ones ruined in his office from the two of them. “I’m starting it in a few days, I’d rather you have an idea so I don’t blindside you. Sorry I’m not working around your migraine schedule.” A dark brow raises as slit steel meets Jack again. “The plan is to put out groynes. It was either that or a coral reef that surrounds the beach but that would make it tougher for the Ark.” And because Jack’s still sitting on his bed and can’t see the diagrams, Sunjata collects the pages and moves closer, pulling a bench or a stool, anything to sit on in front of the captain. “This plan… Means that if you come in too hard and shallow, you’ll hit them.” So it will benefit you if there’s trouble following you. He almost adds in but refrains.
i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?
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.
