you know i'm gonna change, things just don't stay the same no more
It was a strange thing, to see all these friends together, some who knew one another previously and others that had yet to really meet yet. But he nods to Weaver in response, keeping the idea in mind but not needing a scapegoat. It was great, really, a giant distraction from what currently was going on with the reminder of his birthday.
But he settles by Nate as Melita arrives, leaning a small amount into Nate’s arm that slips around him, into the kiss pressed against his cheek. And he keeps the glass when it’s evident Nate doesn’t want it. He takes another deep sip, turning a bit toward Melita with another flashy grin, reaching out to her with a hand to pull her in for a quick hug. “Thanks heuningby.” He hums before his gaze lifts to Amun who seems to positively be stalking toward him.
A dark brow raises as the gift is held out to him. He sets the glass down to take it into both hands, hearing the low hum of Amun’s voice and the frustration that seems within it at the way he says Maea’s name, and he clutches the gift with his confusion. “Thanks, she—” He begins before Amun is stalking away again and Sunjata rolls his eyes. “Wait, Amun, where are you going?” He calls after the man, wondering if he has more to say, wondering when the Ascended had started to have a problem with him. Was it because of Nate? Because really, anyone who acted like Amun did certainly seemed like they might understand at the very least.
But he settles by Nate as Melita arrives, leaning a small amount into Nate’s arm that slips around him, into the kiss pressed against his cheek. And he keeps the glass when it’s evident Nate doesn’t want it. He takes another deep sip, turning a bit toward Melita with another flashy grin, reaching out to her with a hand to pull her in for a quick hug. “Thanks heuningby.” He hums before his gaze lifts to Amun who seems to positively be stalking toward him.
A dark brow raises as the gift is held out to him. He sets the glass down to take it into both hands, hearing the low hum of Amun’s voice and the frustration that seems within it at the way he says Maea’s name, and he clutches the gift with his confusion. “Thanks, she—” He begins before Amun is stalking away again and Sunjata rolls his eyes. “Wait, Amun, where are you going?” He calls after the man, wondering if he has more to say, wondering when the Ascended had started to have a problem with him. Was it because of Nate? Because really, anyone who acted like Amun did certainly seemed like they might understand at the very least.
you know i'm gonna break your fading heart
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.
