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
“Hmm.” Sunjata pauses as he slips into the bar chair, still a bit frosty from the surprise he’d taken Neron by. His clothes stick to it for a moment before the cold withdraws and when it does there’s a chilled glass in front of him with his favorite whiskey, scarred hand sliding to it to lift it to his lips, speaking behind the rim of the glass before he sips. “I do but I very petulantly don’t want to use it.” A crooked smirk is given Neron’s way once he’s swallowed his sip.
Hiring a doorman though? “Where am I going to find a doorman?” He asks with a huff of a laugh, sitting up more and leans over the bar to inspect the box. “What all did you get?” He asks, raising a brow, the steel of his gaze lifting to the Ascended.
Hiring a doorman though? “Where am I going to find a doorman?” He asks with a huff of a laugh, sitting up more and leans over the bar to inspect the box. “What all did you get?” He asks, raising a brow, the steel of his gaze lifting to the Ascended.
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.
