first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He hums a chuckle at Adam’s response about clothing, chuckling at the antics that followed as well. And when it came to the commentary, Sunjata shakes his head slightly. “Or maybe, ‘fuck me’.” He adds on the end with a slight tilt of his head. But he agrees, attitude at the end of it always made all the difference. And that was the part that amused him the most by it. How to catch someone off guard, to watch them either blossom or squirm under the attention.
He remains still as Adam sways side to side to ensure the evenness of the piercings, and he appreciates that small act in and of itself, as he smirks lightly before nodding and sitting forward a bit. “Thanks.” He begins to pour more gin into Adam’s glass should the man want to stay and chat a bit more, drink a bit more too.
But Sunjata explains his upbringing, of pain being a weakness, and he drinks deeply from his own glass as he focuses on the other man. “Oh, it was fucked up. When we were five or six, they tossed the boys into the flood waters to see who could swim. And if you didn’t, you drowned. Your parents went and tried for another boy to replace you.” His fingers trace the lip of the glass before he shakes his head and looks back to Adam. “It was a common theme that you would be replaced if you weren’t good enough. Only allowed to have one boy and one girl, and to not grow attached to the boy until after his seventeenth birthday if he survived so long.” It had been a cold upbringing, but an upbringing all the same. “Was there anything like it where you’re from?”
He remains still as Adam sways side to side to ensure the evenness of the piercings, and he appreciates that small act in and of itself, as he smirks lightly before nodding and sitting forward a bit. “Thanks.” He begins to pour more gin into Adam’s glass should the man want to stay and chat a bit more, drink a bit more too.
But Sunjata explains his upbringing, of pain being a weakness, and he drinks deeply from his own glass as he focuses on the other man. “Oh, it was fucked up. When we were five or six, they tossed the boys into the flood waters to see who could swim. And if you didn’t, you drowned. Your parents went and tried for another boy to replace you.” His fingers trace the lip of the glass before he shakes his head and looks back to Adam. “It was a common theme that you would be replaced if you weren’t good enough. Only allowed to have one boy and one girl, and to not grow attached to the boy until after his seventeenth birthday if he survived so long.” It had been a cold upbringing, but an upbringing all the same. “Was there anything like it where you’re from?”
up high, but i stay low
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.
