SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
“You’re different from them, though.” He shoots back, offering a quiet laugh in response. Obviously Ronin knew that, right? Sunjata would be hard pressed to lump Ronin into the grouping of the Order, regardless of what kind of deal he had with them. Sunjata simply assumes that their friendship is more than that. But Haai departs to protect them and returns quite pleased with herself, plopping back down and panting her pride, fanning feathers under the attention of Ronin.
He snorts at the muttering, shaking his head. “Yeah well, she tends to like everyone but me.” He raises a brow toward Ronin, the edge of a smirk lingering on his face. He listens to Ronin’s words, mulling them over for a moment before he asks the Torchers that have come to help dock the boat to take the dockmaster and captain down into Haulani to go through the specifics of what would be needed to be built there – and to perhaps show the men around the liveliest part of Torchline.
He turns toward Ronin now more officially, folding his arms across his chest and purses his lips (as much as the scar will let him). “You sure that’s wise?” He asks. “I… Could make a quick trip, probably. I’ll complain the entire time, though. Just so you're aware.” He flashes a wink Ronin’s way, but at least this way he’d have an idea of just how stuffy Stormbreak was, what kind of rose tinted glasses they viewed the world from.
He snorts at the muttering, shaking his head. “Yeah well, she tends to like everyone but me.” He raises a brow toward Ronin, the edge of a smirk lingering on his face. He listens to Ronin’s words, mulling them over for a moment before he asks the Torchers that have come to help dock the boat to take the dockmaster and captain down into Haulani to go through the specifics of what would be needed to be built there – and to perhaps show the men around the liveliest part of Torchline.
He turns toward Ronin now more officially, folding his arms across his chest and purses his lips (as much as the scar will let him). “You sure that’s wise?” He asks. “I… Could make a quick trip, probably. I’ll complain the entire time, though. Just so you're aware.” He flashes a wink Ronin’s way, but at least this way he’d have an idea of just how stuffy Stormbreak was, what kind of rose tinted glasses they viewed the world from.
not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind
at least nothing you would mind
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.
