[se] mama told me not to go

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

It does come across as Outlander babble. He doesn’t know at all what she’s on about, but he nods anyway as though he does — when Sunjata’s world was a bit closer to a cross between post apocalyptic and 1920s rebuilding. It was different, immensely, and while they’d had pretty advanced technology to here, he was from the house of laws. He had no hand in the technology unless you count the fact he’d used their guns, their weapons, his face plastered on screens around his county. That was it.

The mention of Safrin making the blanket or basket has a quiet raspy chuckle leaving him as he shakes his head and bobs his head as he sends Haai to get more material. “She’d prefer to be left alone, I think right now.” Indeed, if the Dark Star was any idea of what his goddess might be dealing with, well… He can’t blame her.

Haai returns shortly after with more straw and cloth from the back, zipping back up onto the bar to drop the bag of items. Sunjata begins to rummage through it before pulling out a strip of cloth to toss to the other end of the bar that Haai chases after. And then Sunjata splits the materials, sliding the piles between them.

“No plan, just do our best I guess.” He snorts, focusing on the straw within his hands. He doesn’t know where to start and so he tries to just make a long braid of sorts with the material, to use the cloth to tie the coils together once he’s done. “Let’s see if this works.” He rumbles, focusing on it.

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA