SUNJATA
Ah so the scales seem more interesting to the kid than he initially thought. And it does little to dissuade the eyes that linger on his neck, scarred along the rugged dragon’s plating. The question, the snort, from the kid inspires a smirk of amusement on Sunjata’s bruised face as he goes to walk by. “No.” He begins, half tempted to leave it at that, before he’s drawing the cigarette up, lighting it, and dragging deep on it. “My jaw.” He decides to answer, pausing by Rigby as the kid reaches out, the hand with his own cigarette pointing to the bruising on his face.
Perhaps it’s because he sees something familiar in the kid, but Sunjata pulls a smoke out of the pack he’s brought, handing one to Rigby as well as the match with a raise of his brow. “So if you weren’t following me, what were you doing?” There’s a slight narrowing of his steel gaze, a curious gleam hidden beneath them, sure that there had to be a reason. In the meantime, however, he lets the smoke from the cigarette curl around his nose and lips as he exhales a quiet plume.
Perhaps it’s because he sees something familiar in the kid, but Sunjata pulls a smoke out of the pack he’s brought, handing one to Rigby as well as the match with a raise of his brow. “So if you weren’t following me, what were you doing?” There’s a slight narrowing of his steel gaze, a curious gleam hidden beneath them, sure that there had to be a reason. In the meantime, however, he lets the smoke from the cigarette curl around his nose and lips as he exhales a quiet plume.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
