i aint never been a keeper // despicable // i love her then i leave her
and if i were you,
He passes over Adam’s words, as though he’s pretending to understand. It’s complicated, after all. Not very often is it that a few ragtag people come together to try and organize some crime. At least in this instance, he had the experience. And he could put it to some good use. Instead, he drags from the cigarette as he regards Adam and his next set of words, a playful smirk crossing his face as he nods.
“I mean, I fought. So you at least have me.” He mentions with a gruff laugh. “That’s how I got into it in the first place.” A quick easy explanation. It was how he proved his trust and worth to the resistance. It was how he had met Lusea. It was how he coped with his issues of home and the frustrations of everything surrounding his childhood.
“Prizes can be bragging rights or something.” He shrugs offhandedly before he rolls his neck lightly, flicking the ash from the cigarette. “We can figure it out as we go. But I think people would be interested, if for nothing else than to simply beat the shit out of each other.” Because back in Korofi, there weren’t any boxing gloves, any full medical devices to keep you going. All you had were your fists, your mind, and sharp edged whiskey to keep the pain away.
And of course, a pretty little dark haired woman to stitch up your wounds and fuck around with.
“I mean, I fought. So you at least have me.” He mentions with a gruff laugh. “That’s how I got into it in the first place.” A quick easy explanation. It was how he proved his trust and worth to the resistance. It was how he had met Lusea. It was how he coped with his issues of home and the frustrations of everything surrounding his childhood.
“Prizes can be bragging rights or something.” He shrugs offhandedly before he rolls his neck lightly, flicking the ash from the cigarette. “We can figure it out as we go. But I think people would be interested, if for nothing else than to simply beat the shit out of each other.” Because back in Korofi, there weren’t any boxing gloves, any full medical devices to keep you going. All you had were your fists, your mind, and sharp edged whiskey to keep the pain away.
And of course, a pretty little dark haired woman to stitch up your wounds and fuck around with.
i wouldn't love me neither
SUNJATA
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.
