all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
Her question of how much older has him focusing back on the bag for a moment, brows furrowing together in response, because he wasn’t entirely sure how old she was right now to make any sort of suggestion to how old she should be. But she turns the question onto him and he thinks back to when he’d started hand to hand training rather than just the basics. “I was ten years old when they started teaching me how.” He offers her, gaze flickering back to Seren as she bounds over to the swaying bag before him.
He leans back as she pushes against the bag and it swings back toward her, missing his shoulder by a hair. “You can feel how heavy they are, right?” He asks her curiously. “If you don’t let yourself grow some, you could break a hand and then it wouldn’t ever grow back the same.” A raise of his brow to that, some smug hint of ‘winning’ lingering in his expression. He’d done it, when he broke his leg when he was seven and they had to pin it and set it back right. “You can still break things when you’re older, but it’s worse when you’re little because you’re still growing.” He finally manages to explain, reaching up to stop the swinging bag, hand at the back of it before he slides it her way again – far more controlled.
He leans back as she pushes against the bag and it swings back toward her, missing his shoulder by a hair. “You can feel how heavy they are, right?” He asks her curiously. “If you don’t let yourself grow some, you could break a hand and then it wouldn’t ever grow back the same.” A raise of his brow to that, some smug hint of ‘winning’ lingering in his expression. He’d done it, when he broke his leg when he was seven and they had to pin it and set it back right. “You can still break things when you’re older, but it’s worse when you’re little because you’re still growing.” He finally manages to explain, reaching up to stop the swinging bag, hand at the back of it before he slides it her way again – far more controlled.
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.
