all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Swear already beads up along Sunjata’s forehead, reaching up with the back of his arm to wipe it away after they slide the item fully into place. He takes a moment to consider Weaver’s comment, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Wasn't there that drink you told me to try?” He can’t recall fully it it were Weaver or not, but either way he certainly already wants to go and find it and give it a try.
But he nods to Weaver as she reaches the stove, waiting for her to sit and push with her legs while he goes to pull it into place — hoping perhaps this first attempt works better than their last first attempt.
Sunjata does the same with Weaver for the stove! (Tries to pull it while she pushes)
But he nods to Weaver as she reaches the stove, waiting for her to sit and push with her legs while he goes to pull it into place — hoping perhaps this first attempt works better than their last first attempt.
Sunjata does the same with Weaver for the stove! (Tries to pull it while she pushes)
SUNJATA
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.
