SUNJATA
His gaze lingers on her face as she sips from the mug and mumbles something he doesn’t quite catch, but he leaves it be in order to apologize once again. When she smiles, however, he feels the previous words mean little in comparison. He gives her a roguish grin and rolls his shoulders in a small shrug, bht her next set of words have a chuckle leaving his lips. “Only the cute ones.” He offers with a wink sent in her direction before he leans back again.She tells him it’s okay, and Jata nods slightly before pausing a moment to set the cup on the table. He stands then, moving over to sit beside her and lets his gaze try to search her own. “I suppose we’ll both have to be more aware of our surroundings, hmm?” He tilts his head, his combed hair falling gently to the side with the gesture.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
