ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
The clean rag offered has Sunjata snatching it up, applying it to his wrist absentmindedly, finding it tough to focus on almost anything right now. A nod is given to Neron at the mention of giving it good use. But he can’t offer much more, not as he swims through the sensations, the way his mind constantly wants to drag to other things. He gains control of himself eventually, however, swallowing down the liquor with a hiss of the burn before his gaze is lifting toward Neron.
As for Neron leaving? Sunjata shakes his head to that, a quiet huff of a laugh. “Enjoy your evening, Neron.” He offers, tipping the glass toward the Ascended before downing the contents and rousing himself enough to grab the bottle Neron had so eloquently put beside him so he might take it upstairs with him.
- FIN <3
As for Neron leaving? Sunjata shakes his head to that, a quiet huff of a laugh. “Enjoy your evening, Neron.” He offers, tipping the glass toward the Ascended before downing the contents and rousing himself enough to grab the bottle Neron had so eloquently put beside him so he might take it upstairs with him.
- FIN <3
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.
