nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
A visible wince flashes across Sunjata’s face as he goes to nod, huffing out a quiet sigh. “That’s all Torchline needs.” He mutters offhandedly, clutching the glass a bit tighter as he goes to down the rest of it, peering back at Ronin when the Star’s blue gaze lands on him. “Gods no.” He huffs a laugh. He’s nowhere near sober enough yet to manage getting home and not being some sort of a menace, he’s sure.
It’s fine, he’ll pay the sitter well.
A crooked smile crosses over his face as he hands the glass back to Ronin. “Just a couple’ve hours and I should be okay. I think.” He murmurs, already shifting and readjusting, body morphing into his panther shift that curls up on the examination bed, tail hanging off of it and his head held up by his large mitten-like paws. It’ll be alright. He repeats, though if it’s for himself or Ronin more, he can’t say.
And with one large feline yawn, Sunjata passes out.
— FIN <333
It’s fine, he’ll pay the sitter well.
A crooked smile crosses over his face as he hands the glass back to Ronin. “Just a couple’ve hours and I should be okay. I think.” He murmurs, already shifting and readjusting, body morphing into his panther shift that curls up on the examination bed, tail hanging off of it and his head held up by his large mitten-like paws. It’ll be alright. He repeats, though if it’s for himself or Ronin more, he can’t say.
And with one large feline yawn, Sunjata passes out.
— FIN <333
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.