SUNJATA
She asks him if he’s found a girl that strikes his fancy and he makes a look of putting on a thinking cap. “Hmm, you know… there is one that seems a bit interesting.” He offers thoughtfully, eyes drifting back toward hers as they linger and his words hang in the air. But he leans back, joking with her to see how she responds, if she accepts the joke for what it is or sees the underlying response. They’re at least on the same side of the chair now, it made it all easier.But what she does say, surprises him. There’s some fire within her and he can see it now, despite doing all the womanly things he thinks she should be. She can joke back, and it’s a pleasant surprise as he leans forward again, edging closer to allow her to leave if she grows uncomfortable. And if she remains, his eyes smolder as he looks up into her brown ones as he hovers in her personal space. “Oh? I can’t follow up?” He questions quietly, a brow raised while his voice rumbles ever so softly, ever so huskily. “Do you want to tempt fate on that?”
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.
