SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
“Oh I know very well that she just arrived. We made a basket together.” He snorts, but his brows do raise when she mentions the woman had asked Wessex to her face if she were a wicker woman. There’s a curl of amusement to his lip, a rough chuckle leaving him at the idea of it all. But it begins to falter ever so slightly as she pins him with a stare, searching his face. He leans forward slightly as though he’s to tell her a secret. “I know we did, but look. I’m trying to help Libbs figure out how to flirt… So play with me, okay?” He asks, pulling back and sending her a wink as though he’d not said any of that, had whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
But he can hear Libbs’ shout now, and he lifts his head to view what’s happened. “Oh for the love of Safrin.” He rumbles, pushing himself up from the table he’s sat at with Maea to approach Libbs. He looks to the person manning the bar while he’s gone, gesturing to give the man plenty of free alcohol for that certain outburst. His attention flits to Libbs and he leans over the bar with his elbows along the table, peering at her from his side. “Rule number one. Think before you speak. Rule number two. If it’s not working out politely leave it.”
He looks back to Maea with a look that seems to say ‘gods help me’, though the corner of his mouth quirks in a smile.
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.
