better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
“No fuckin’ shit.” Sunjata mutters as he works both with and against Ronin to stand, a part of him wondering if he’d even remember the charm in the morning once he’s lived through the incredible hangover he’s sure he’s about to have. For now, though, they’re balanced, propped on one another, making their way down the beach.
A quiet oof leaves Sunjata as Ronin’s hand pats his stomach, a stuttered mumbled laugh leaving him. His arm remains tight around Ronin’s shoulder, at least until the Star stumbles forward. “Yeah.” Sunjata says quickly and easily, giving Ronin’s shoulder a light squeeze as he stumbles to try and catch up too with the stroll. “Real good.”
The conversation shifts to something neither of them will likely remember or will make sense to anyone passing by, but that doesn’t matter. It’s relieving for Sunjata, even marginally, despite everything else going on, and whether they end up spending the night in the sand with their toes in the tide or manage to find some place to sleep off the alcohol, is anyone’s guess.
- FIN <333
A quiet oof leaves Sunjata as Ronin’s hand pats his stomach, a stuttered mumbled laugh leaving him. His arm remains tight around Ronin’s shoulder, at least until the Star stumbles forward. “Yeah.” Sunjata says quickly and easily, giving Ronin’s shoulder a light squeeze as he stumbles to try and catch up too with the stroll. “Real good.”
The conversation shifts to something neither of them will likely remember or will make sense to anyone passing by, but that doesn’t matter. It’s relieving for Sunjata, even marginally, despite everything else going on, and whether they end up spending the night in the sand with their toes in the tide or manage to find some place to sleep off the alcohol, is anyone’s guess.
- 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.
