SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
“Wait. You have a lighter?” He asks with a raise of his brow — one of the things he missed most out of everything from his old world. The easy and advancement of the technologies there. But he passes it off as she continues, a snort leaving him as he shakes his head. “Not like, important to deep talking. Just… flirting.” He sets the pad aside he’d been inventorying with, to wave his hands in a sort of gesture akin to waving magic. He feigns a dramatic look of offense when she calls him a creep before he chuckles loudly. “I’m not a creep, gods Libbs, who do you think I am?” He teases her lightly, giving her a grin as his request finally meets her ears and she looks around the bar. He follows her gaze, spotting Maea immediately entering and taking a seat, and he looks back to Libbs with a waggle of his eyebrows. “I’ll start with an example. Bet ya a drink I can get her to blush.” He says, nodding his head in Maea’s direction.
Perhaps it’s unfair; because he could do almost anything and get the woman to turn scarlet red. But still, Libbs doesn’t know this, and he stands from the bar in a swift motion to seek out Maea’s table. “Is this seat taken?” He asks, flashing her a smirk before sitting anyway, stretching his long legs out away from the table before looking to her and her work. The staff arrives with food in hand after and Sunjata flashes them a grateful nod before he turns his steel gaze into Maea with some hint of an underlying intensity, a mimic of the look he’d given her that day at the river. “You know, Maea, you work a little too hard.” He offers her, giving her a wink. Play back with me.
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.
