SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Wessex arrives on his heels, and he offers the Wraith a small smirk and a nod – pleased that she’s arrived. But before he can comment on anything she says about drinking, Weaver is quickly offering a response. This causes a quiet chuckle to leave Sunjata, smirk growing a bit brighter. He’s never quite been good at it, too fond of the taste to keep from getting too drunk. At least he was smart about it – most times – unlike the time poor Hotaru had to drag him around hungover out of his mind.
He had his reasons for it, of course.
So he settles, arms folded across his chest as he listens to the tasks Weaver announces. The task of the back room seems a bit more his style – seeing as it’s his guild and all. So he focuses on the idea of the furniture, steel gaze flitting around toward where it was. “I’ll take the furniture.” He offers when she’s done listing everything out.
Making his way toward the back she’d chosen, he’s pleased with the size and the layout of it – a perfect fit for meetings up in the cold north of Halo. And with it, he begins to set to his task, eyeing the room and figuring out where the pieces would go best. Desks and chairs and tables and the like, easy to put out and readjust. And he begins, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to make it easier to work with, moving to set up the first few pieces of the furniture.
Sunjata picks the furniture!
He had his reasons for it, of course.
So he settles, arms folded across his chest as he listens to the tasks Weaver announces. The task of the back room seems a bit more his style – seeing as it’s his guild and all. So he focuses on the idea of the furniture, steel gaze flitting around toward where it was. “I’ll take the furniture.” He offers when she’s done listing everything out.
Making his way toward the back she’d chosen, he’s pleased with the size and the layout of it – a perfect fit for meetings up in the cold north of Halo. And with it, he begins to set to his task, eyeing the room and figuring out where the pieces would go best. Desks and chairs and tables and the like, easy to put out and readjust. And he begins, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to make it easier to work with, moving to set up the first few pieces of the furniture.
Sunjata picks the furniture!
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
