all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
He can’t help the quiet chuckle that leaves him at her surprise, shrugging broad shoulders in response to her question. “You’ll find out.” He rumbles with a shrug, passing it off to focus on the bag as he stills it and she exclaims her excitement over the idea. And he sits back on his heels again to watch her as she takes up a ‘sneaky’ position, a low chuckle leaving him as he watches her search for something to sneak on. “So you’re going to want to be a little bit quieter, though.” He hums, a conspirator’s whisper leaving his lips.
Then, he pushes up with his hands so he can stand, brushing the sand from his knees as he goes to beckon her over toward the other side of the boxing ring. “You can use anything to hide behind, really, since you’re small, right?” He asks her with a quiet laugh. “You can hide behind boxes or… You can hide against the walls as long as you make yourself really flat and hide in the shadows, hm?”
Then, he pushes up with his hands so he can stand, brushing the sand from his knees as he goes to beckon her over toward the other side of the boxing ring. “You can use anything to hide behind, really, since you’re small, right?” He asks her with a quiet laugh. “You can hide behind boxes or… You can hide against the walls as long as you make yourself really flat and hide in the shadows, hm?”
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.
