SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
He inhales deeply, feeling her fingers run along his back. Here, here, here. He seems to mentally tell himself, quelling his fear one second as a time. Is it the medicine? It might be, he can’t tell the difference. But what he can do is give a small breathy laugh in response. “I do.” He confirms, head dropping forward slight as she rubs her hands along his spine. But she stands to take his plate and pauses as he speaks to her. And he looks up to blink at her in confusion, not realizing he’s slipped. “Pretty girl?” He questions, as though he’s said it in the standard tongue.He doesn’t know when he said his home language, the lines blurring together.
But she reaches for his hands and he lets her take them, pushing himself up off the couch to her. “Okay.” He says softly, waiting for her to lead to way, however she’s decided to try and cheer him up.
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.
