so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
He shakes his head to her, humming with a hint of laughter at the idea of it. “Ah, nah. She can suffer for it.” He says with another hint of amusement, a playful wink sent the woman’s way before he clears his throat and stands back a bit – as though he remembers he can’t quite get away with such playfulness anymore much to his disappointment. And he slides the glass towards her, stepping back to cross his arms along his chest, asking about her wellbeing.
And well, after she takes a deep drink of it, she tells him though it doesn’t quite make too much sense to him. And he can’t help the curve of his lips at that sort of thought process. “What were you trying to make?” A cock of his head, wondering where the… Mess, if he’s being honest, was supposed to be heading toward. Something else, something put together and nice rather than the crumble spiral of material alongside the top of the bar.
But then she suddenly seems to be surprised, and his steel gaze flits from the material to hers when she tells him that she’s got her ID somewhere, his lips curving up fully in quiet laughter. They didn’t have things like ID’s in Korofi, but they did have cards of a sort to refer to ages and classes. A bit different, but a similar thing, and with it he shakes his head assuming she means something like that. “You’re good. Just don’t tell me you're fifteen and we’ll be fine. Deal?”
And well, after she takes a deep drink of it, she tells him though it doesn’t quite make too much sense to him. And he can’t help the curve of his lips at that sort of thought process. “What were you trying to make?” A cock of his head, wondering where the… Mess, if he’s being honest, was supposed to be heading toward. Something else, something put together and nice rather than the crumble spiral of material alongside the top of the bar.
But then she suddenly seems to be surprised, and his steel gaze flits from the material to hers when she tells him that she’s got her ID somewhere, his lips curving up fully in quiet laughter. They didn’t have things like ID’s in Korofi, but they did have cards of a sort to refer to ages and classes. A bit different, but a similar thing, and with it he shakes his head assuming she means something like that. “You’re good. Just don’t tell me you're fifteen and we’ll be fine. Deal?”
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
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.
