now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Phoebe’s frustration over the mud distracts him briefly, but all he does is glance over to her as she goes to remove her shoes, telling him he should take it out on the mud, to which he shakes his head slight. “It gets everywhere.” He rumbles with a shrug. Taking it out on mud without feeling, without some sort of relief or release that typically came with the attempt.
Still, she doesn’t ask to hug him, and it takes him by surprise as her arms wrap around him. He stiffens under her touch, the hand that grasps the bottle stops in its turning. Her words do little to comfort him, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek, hanging his head slightly, unable to do anything with the same pounding in his head. “I don’t want to.” He says quietly, ducking his head a small amount more.
Still, she doesn’t ask to hug him, and it takes him by surprise as her arms wrap around him. He stiffens under her touch, the hand that grasps the bottle stops in its turning. Her words do little to comfort him, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek, hanging his head slightly, unable to do anything with the same pounding in his head. “I don’t want to.” He says quietly, ducking his head a small amount more.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
