SUNJATA
Her head lowers and she stares at her cup, and for a moment Jata doesn’t exactly know what to do other than retreat. He sits back to give her space, watching while she looks to him from under her lashes. His brows furrow slightly and he waits, waits to see what she says about it. And for a moment he wonders if he’s gone a bit too far, if she’s more into the teasing than the doing, and he exhales again silently. Not that it mattered, but there was only so much teasing a guy could do before it wore on him. But she smiles and his head tilts as he listens to her speak. And then she apologizes?
Well, at least he knows he hasn’t crossed an invisible line, but his eyes still smolder on her while she explains. He’s not far, just not pinned in front of her anymore, and he looks to her face with a soft smile. “Disappointed?” He echoes, trying to figure out how to turn it around. “Is this your first time?” He asks her with a quirk to his brow, finding it entirely plausible of an option. For being friends with Frey as she claims, he finds it incredibly hard to believe she has no experience.
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.
