don't you know i'm no good for you?
He takes a slow inhale, hearing Nate’s tone as he responds. He wonders if it should be relieving that he gets an answer at all, but he doesn’t comment on it – instead, putting himself together enough to get a shirt on, to hide away that marking on his skin, the ink in the constellation smack in the center of his chest. He manages to run his fingers through his hair, finger combing it back, casting a glance back to Nate as it sounds like his voice projects on the other side.
And he’s correct in that assumption, spying Nate’s back and he looks back down to himself, trying to push away the nest Haai had created. She’s distracted enough, anyway, given the spiraling pool of pear that she tries to snatch more of – a large paw braced on the cupboard beneath Nate as she chomps down on it. Sunjata, finally rouses himself enough to stand, ignoring the barking pain in his joints, looking back up at Nate to see the faint crackle of static disappearing and a bowl on the counter.
He swallows hard, stepping over toward it, sinking into a barstool at the counter. He makes no move to reach out for Nate – still sure that he’s sitting on uneven ground, and he stares at the bowl. He isn’t hungry, too torn up inside to feel the familiar rumble of hunger when he wakes. But he tries anyway, reaching for a berry to begin to eat, but stopping at one to see how it settles. “Thank you.” He rumbles quietly, reaching for another berry, quite pointedly not looking at Nate or paying attention to Haai and the affection she has for the new demigod.
And he’s correct in that assumption, spying Nate’s back and he looks back down to himself, trying to push away the nest Haai had created. She’s distracted enough, anyway, given the spiraling pool of pear that she tries to snatch more of – a large paw braced on the cupboard beneath Nate as she chomps down on it. Sunjata, finally rouses himself enough to stand, ignoring the barking pain in his joints, looking back up at Nate to see the faint crackle of static disappearing and a bowl on the counter.
He swallows hard, stepping over toward it, sinking into a barstool at the counter. He makes no move to reach out for Nate – still sure that he’s sitting on uneven ground, and he stares at the bowl. He isn’t hungry, too torn up inside to feel the familiar rumble of hunger when he wakes. But he tries anyway, reaching for a berry to begin to eat, but stopping at one to see how it settles. “Thank you.” He rumbles quietly, reaching for another berry, quite pointedly not looking at Nate or paying attention to Haai and the affection she has for the new demigod.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
