now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He snorts to her initial comment, a smirk crossing his face. He supposes its true enough but hearing her say it sounds a small amount ridiculous. But he doesn’t comment on it, shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug that should move her slightly with the movement. Instead, he simply absorbs her, sharing the warmth, sharing the comfort of the silence that stretches between them.
Until she calls him Prince Selfish-Rich-Boy and his lip curls slightly, turning his head away from her and exposing his neck. “Ack.” He pauses, though a quiet chuckle leaves him. “I thought you were supposed to be comforting me. Not attacking.” He uncharacteristically whines to her, a smirk crossing his lips as he turns his head back to look at her.
Until she calls him Prince Selfish-Rich-Boy and his lip curls slightly, turning his head away from her and exposing his neck. “Ack.” He pauses, though a quiet chuckle leaves him. “I thought you were supposed to be comforting me. Not attacking.” He uncharacteristically whines to her, a smirk crossing his lips as he turns his head back to look at her.
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.
