all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
“Hmm?” He rumbles to her, fixing up one of the bags that seemed to have lost a bit of its strength, reinforcing the walls and sides of it to keep it from splintering open and letting all of the sand out. He pauses with the fabric between his teeth to look down to Seren with a raised brow as she turns to him. “Can you do this? Sure. But you have to be older first.” He offers her, pulling the fabric from his mouth to apply it again, small stitching patterns here and there to keep it in place.
When he was done, he sits back on his heels, pushing the bag around and seeing how it’ll move when hit. “It takes a lot of practice so you don’t break too many bones.” He rumbles with a quiet nostalgic smile before he braces his hands on his thighs and looks back to her with a shrug, a small half nod toward the roped off pit. “Your father and I spar occasionally in there.” As if she needed any explanation that her father had been a familiar face around here.
When he was done, he sits back on his heels, pushing the bag around and seeing how it’ll move when hit. “It takes a lot of practice so you don’t break too many bones.” He rumbles with a quiet nostalgic smile before he braces his hands on his thighs and looks back to her with a shrug, a small half nod toward the roped off pit. “Your father and I spar occasionally in there.” As if she needed any explanation that her father had been a familiar face around here.
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.
