so you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
“Of course I know it.” Sunjata snaps weakly. “I knew it when I did it.” Muscles feather in his jaw, against sore teeth and a pained jaw. But at least Ronin helps keep him up and he leans heavily on the Star, as much as he partially doesn’t want to. His skin shifts to the scales of his cobra shift if only to give the rain something to roll off of instead of soaking him entirely through when he heaves a sigh. “The clinic. Let’s go there.” He mutters, sure that it’s got plenty to try and clean up his face and give him a moment to figure out the damage.
As for sobering up, it would be a good idea, and he helps to try and guide Ronin toward the clinic in his inebriated state. “Aleah.” He rumbles with a wave of his hand. “She’s one of the best sitters here, I’ve heard. A teacher too.” A good choice, among the rest of the options when he didn’t particularly want to take her to meet Vai when he wasn’t planning on being gone for longer than the night. And he'd done his research, the woman was surprisingly kind and gentle, wonderful with kids, high praise from the rest of Torchline when it came to someone to help handle the rowdy youth.
As for sobering up, it would be a good idea, and he helps to try and guide Ronin toward the clinic in his inebriated state. “Aleah.” He rumbles with a wave of his hand. “She’s one of the best sitters here, I’ve heard. A teacher too.” A good choice, among the rest of the options when he didn’t particularly want to take her to meet Vai when he wasn’t planning on being gone for longer than the night. And he'd done his research, the woman was surprisingly kind and gentle, wonderful with kids, high praise from the rest of Torchline when it came to someone to help handle the rowdy youth.
and the mirrors paint you beautiful like older photographs
but we grow, we grow old, even this won't last
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.
