SUNJATA
He gives her yet another nod in response to her comment. He is sure, he’ll do what he can to get a sample for her. Just to be able to find some kind of cure for Ronin and her and whoever else might be infected. He moves from her then, stepping aside to pull his shirt off and his pants and belt before he returns to pull himself under the covers, and he opens up his arm for her to nestle herself into, before pulling the covers up and over them. He rests his head on hers gently when she apologizes and he shakes his head slightly, ruffling up her blonde hair.
“It’s fine, Phoebe.” He says softly, not willing to work himself up over anything at this point. He’s too tired, mind racing too much over all the things he has to do now. He sighs contently, squeezing her shoulder gently. “No more secrets, okay?” He rumbles with a small amount of humor.
“It’s fine, Phoebe.” He says softly, not willing to work himself up over anything at this point. He’s too tired, mind racing too much over all the things he has to do now. He sighs contently, squeezing her shoulder gently. “No more secrets, okay?” He rumbles with a small amount of humor.
boy with gunsmoke
for breath, boy with
rebellion in your bones
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.
