you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
Letting Nate place his hand on his shoulder to guide him to a room, he basically does as instructed. Nearing one of the chairs, he wonders where to really begin, and decides that perhaps showing would be easier. So before he sits, he shrugs out of his jacket, slinging it over the back of it to where he remains in his sleeveless shirt – the bruises and scratches along his arms, along his shoulders flecked among the deep navy of his tattoos, full display as he goes to sit. “Well… For starters, I should probably say that I was in the monster that attacked Fiat Lux.” He rumbles offhandedly, lip curling in small amount of distaste.
As Nate washes up however, Sunjata’s gaze drifts up to the other man as he rubs at the side of his neck, over one of the compasses before sighing. “I’ve still got some chest pain… I’m not sure if it’s because I was probably drowning in the fucking thing, but.. Sore, slight cough.” He tries to figure out if that’s good enough, steel eyes bagged with exhaustion slip back to Nate’s face as he raises a dark brow, anxieties causing the blue tattoos to fletch out with real navy feathers from his macaw shift, dotting his shoulders and sides of his neck.
As Nate washes up however, Sunjata’s gaze drifts up to the other man as he rubs at the side of his neck, over one of the compasses before sighing. “I’ve still got some chest pain… I’m not sure if it’s because I was probably drowning in the fucking thing, but.. Sore, slight cough.” He tries to figure out if that’s good enough, steel eyes bagged with exhaustion slip back to Nate’s face as he raises a dark brow, anxieties causing the blue tattoos to fletch out with real navy feathers from his macaw shift, dotting his shoulders and sides of his neck.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
