SUNJATA
She says nothing to his compliment, and for a moment he has to think about why that might be. Surely she notices that he’s here with her, and not out and about with another woman hanging on his arm. But instead, he leans a bit closer with brows that wiggle suggestively (in an entertaining way, not seductively per say) before he gives her a crooked smile. “Happened a lot back home, here? Not so much.” He replies, wondering if it might ease her worry.Though part of him isn’t sure why he cares so much. But there, he does.
He moves over to sit beside her, and her look vanishes, and he can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. “Woah, woah. Name calling are we?” He jests, a grin cast her way. “If that’s the case, perhaps I won’t do what I think you’re thinking.” He leans back, those smoldering eyes back on her as a playful hurt cascades across his face. There’s a part of him that thinks he might want him closer, the way she doesn’t move away; how fast she’d been to return his shirt and give him gifts. Ah, yes, but he can’t help but to make a game of it. A game he quietly hopes she might join in on.
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.
