SuNjATA
the flood
He’s been able to hold his alcohol fairly well so far, but as this amount hits, his head grows quite a bit fuzzy, and he leans it back against the cold wall. At Ollie’s comment, he nods, shrugging lightly. He doesn’t notice the quiet amount to his voice, doesn’t notice that it’s much different at all. Likely due to the alcohol, the stress, the frustration of everything involved with Longnight. So he downs the rest of his glass when Oliver asks how much longer they have, and he sets the glass down along the floor, running a hand through his hair before he looks over to the other man.
“I don’t know, at least another week or so I think.” He shrugs, uncertain of how long it’s been. After all, with keeping things barricaded and no sun to rise, who knew how much longer it would be, how long they had been there? He faces Oliver then, noticing the sadness that seems to waft off of the younger man, and Sunjata’s head tilts, face flushed red from the alcohol. “Anything good?” He asks, looking away to rub at his cheek as he thinks on it.
“Uh, nothing really. Came across Phoebe in the Atheneum and that went okay. Got forced here for this, which Lusea loved for some fucking reason. Thinks of it like a challenge for me.” He snorts and shakes his head. But gods she at least made him some pretty great mixed drinks. “Almost opened the door for a fucking monster, so. You know. Been good, been great.” He huffs, shaking his head.
He’s not in a good mood, unfortunately.
“I don’t know, at least another week or so I think.” He shrugs, uncertain of how long it’s been. After all, with keeping things barricaded and no sun to rise, who knew how much longer it would be, how long they had been there? He faces Oliver then, noticing the sadness that seems to waft off of the younger man, and Sunjata’s head tilts, face flushed red from the alcohol. “Anything good?” He asks, looking away to rub at his cheek as he thinks on it.
“Uh, nothing really. Came across Phoebe in the Atheneum and that went okay. Got forced here for this, which Lusea loved for some fucking reason. Thinks of it like a challenge for me.” He snorts and shakes his head. But gods she at least made him some pretty great mixed drinks. “Almost opened the door for a fucking monster, so. You know. Been good, been great.” He huffs, shaking his head.
He’s not in a good mood, unfortunately.
this ain't no place for no hero
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.
