SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
At least that does it, drawing Maea toward Libbs as Sunjata nears her as well, placing the girl between the both of them as he offers his advice. Maea’s question is met with a struggling answer from Libbs, and Sunjata braces his forearms against the bar to lean against it as he looks to Maea over the back of Libbs who’s head is still in her arms on the bar. “She’s right, you know. You don’t want her to be herself.” He offers, a teasing tone to his voice before he shakes his head and turns to look down at Libbs. “But it’s not because you’re not great.” Regardless, Sunjata catches her gaze, letting the amusement from the encounter cross along his face. “Hey now, I didn’t see his face.” He offers in his own whisper, the honesty in his face. “Just a lonely guy sitting at the bar. Do you think I’m some sort of magician?” He asks her with a crooked smirk. Ah, but of course, he can at least do that for the woman being one of the largest pains in his ass.
He slips around the other side of the bar, grabbing a glass and filling it with something strong and nice, sliding it to her before he leans against the bar in front of Maea and Libbs then. “Look, it’s easy, just get into the groove of it and say the things you think people would like to hear.” He shrugs, flashing a fanged, wolfish grin.
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.
