SUNJATA
Ears flicker back at the command, but it only makes Sunjata a bit more incessant. He spies Ronin’s boots first, the scent of alcohol in the air that’s stale, and were he in his human form might have made his stomach churn in a way that seems to suggest he’s quite a bit hungover too. But he isn’t, and it makes it easy for him to approach the Star, ignoring the crumpled letters to immediately stick his head into Ronin’s space, a huff of warm air leaving him in agreement.
Yes. Yes it is him. And he’s here for Ronin, like to make sure he hadn’t offed himself or something.
Lips pull at Ronin’s shirt, trying to pull at him to drag him up, before he realizes that’s probably not going to work, and he shifts back into himself. He’s kneeling in front of Ronin, reaching out with a hand to help the Star up. “It’s me, Ronin.” He murmurs softly, offering him a softer smile.
Yes. Yes it is him. And he’s here for Ronin, like to make sure he hadn’t offed himself or something.
Lips pull at Ronin’s shirt, trying to pull at him to drag him up, before he realizes that’s probably not going to work, and he shifts back into himself. He’s kneeling in front of Ronin, reaching out with a hand to help the Star up. “It’s me, Ronin.” He murmurs softly, offering him a softer smile.
we'll break our own hearts
so that someone else can't
so that someone else can't
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.
