[Training] Idle hands are the devil's friend

and if you want, i could tell you the truth

that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights

He takes another deep sip of the water, letting it cool the warmth within his throat before he sets the glass down atop the table and peels a part of the shirt away from his neck, listening to her question, wondering how to answer. But when he looks to her then, letting his silver gaze catch the gleam in her eye, the intrigue, the greed… He decides that since Jigano already knows and is already trying to recruit a few people toward them in exchange for him to do the same, he ducks his head.

“Yes.” A quiet response at first, as though they’re going over technique and ensuring it’s the correct posture and things of the like. Not that it’s a secret organization, that had started off as a Thieves Guild, that he’d morphed into something akin to a spying network within. And that Maea, at this very present moment, slept soundly in the bar that sat atop it. He runs a hand through his hair and snags on a horn again before he exhales.

“Though it’s quite different now, not quite so Thieves Guild-like.” He offers with a small tilt of his head, doing his best to refrain from looking at the silver bracelet along his wrist, a signifier. But if she was close with Jigano, if she knew… Well, Jigano had mentioned that perhaps he could teach her the dirtier tricks of the Devil’s Advocates within the training. So perhaps the bard hadn’t disapproved all too much at what Sunjata was trying to do.

So he shrugs lightly once he’s decided, keeping his gaze on her. “It’s more of a spying ring now.”

stitching up the loose threads of my soul

so in the morning i'm bullet proof

SuNJATA