[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

SUNJATA

“It’s still mine, still running. I’m opening a bar in Halo as well.” He offers with a nonchalant shrug, as if it didn’t make much of a difference if the Alchemist knew. They’d all have a similar style, the same tongue of the name. It would be relatively obvious that it was connected. But that conversation shifts back toward Phoebe and the way she’d attacked the bar, and at Remi’s comment he chuckles deeply to that before sighing.

“She said it was implied simply based off of her views of marriage.” He rolls his eyes to that. “Got in an argument in Halo though, she talked about going home with the bartender in Snowcloak, got pissed at me when I told her she was more than welcome to.” There’s a hint of amusement at that, though.

Listening as the Alchemist comments on bites, Sunjata puts the cigarette out and nods to the explanation of justifying it with a quiet snort. “I’m not so lucky.” He shrugs to that. “Though it’s not like I go and seek it out.” He hums thoughtfully before shaking his head. “Maea, however, was diagnosed by Nate as well. Since then, she’s been able to manage her sicknesses.” A tilt of his head, thoughtfully, to that tidbit of information.

i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea