so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
Alright. So maybe he is a small amount stupid, though the man would never admit it. He’d grown some confidence by the time he reaches the third entrance, and whether it’s the nails or the boards, or the way he’s tried to fortify it, it doesn’t work the way he expects it to. And immediately, the top board creaked, snapped and fell with the rest of them. Unluckily for Sunjata, an arm happened to be there, taking the brunt of it all.
“Ah fok, wonderlik.” A grumble in his native tongue, before he shakes his head and reaches to pick up the boards, and the nails that had fallen, with his other hand while the one arm throbs and lines of red from welts form. It’ll be a nice bruise, but no skin had broken, and he considers himself fairly content it was his arm and not his face. Gods knew, Sunjata had endured many broken noses in his years, and he hadn’t planned to keep up with it here in Caido.
Bruises on arms, he could handle.
So with a light hiss, he pushes through it and replaces the broken boards and gets slightly longer nails to hammer them into it, pausing after each layer to ensure it stays. And he hopes, silently praying to Safrin that it’ll stay and not come down again.
Sunjata replaces the broken boards and tries again on the third door!
Translation:
Ah fok, wonderlik -- Ah fuck, great.
“Ah fok, wonderlik.” A grumble in his native tongue, before he shakes his head and reaches to pick up the boards, and the nails that had fallen, with his other hand while the one arm throbs and lines of red from welts form. It’ll be a nice bruise, but no skin had broken, and he considers himself fairly content it was his arm and not his face. Gods knew, Sunjata had endured many broken noses in his years, and he hadn’t planned to keep up with it here in Caido.
Bruises on arms, he could handle.
So with a light hiss, he pushes through it and replaces the broken boards and gets slightly longer nails to hammer them into it, pausing after each layer to ensure it stays. And he hopes, silently praying to Safrin that it’ll stay and not come down again.
Sunjata replaces the broken boards and tries again on the third door!
Translation:
Ah fok, wonderlik -- Ah fuck, great.
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
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.
