SUNJATA
He chuckles a rumbling sound to her at her comment. “What? It’s my best feature.” He jests briefly before she cuddles up to him. “I suppose I could find a jacket or something in the meantime.” He offers with a playful sadness to his voice. He’s unsure how cold it could be but with Phoebe there he’s sure he won’t have to experience it for long. She explains to him that she can’t imagine living somewhere where it’s hot all the time and he shrugs lightly, inhaling deeply.“Well, you get used to not wearing a shirt.” He grins as he keeps the joke going, a deeper laugh escaping him that time. She’s draped over him and he lets his arm pull her in close before he turns his head to rest his stubbled chin on the top of her blond hair. “So far it’s been okay. Pretty normal to how it was home.”
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.
