all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
He expects her patience to run out earlier than it does. And he misses having a watch to check the time for, pausing to glance to the sun and the shadows, despite it only being a few minutes and literally nothing has changed. He continues to smoke, leaning with his back against the wall at the entrance, flicking ash along the sand at his feet as he waits and waits.
“Hmmm.” He rumbles, angling his head toward the door briefly to make it seem like he’s still searching for her even though he isn’t. A grand attempt, ears shifting to that of his panther form, earrings still surprisingly in place. He listens to see if he can hear her, finding nothing but the slightest hint of creaking boards and silence otherwise. So he continues, imagining she’s still hiding, ears flickering a small amount as he continues to try and listen.
“Hmmm.” He rumbles, angling his head toward the door briefly to make it seem like he’s still searching for her even though he isn’t. A grand attempt, ears shifting to that of his panther form, earrings still surprisingly in place. He listens to see if he can hear her, finding nothing but the slightest hint of creaking boards and silence otherwise. So he continues, imagining she’s still hiding, ears flickering a small amount as he continues to try and listen.
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.
