this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
A snort is given back toward Zephyr at the comment that it was worse. Honestly, Sunjata has to agree with that idea, shrugging off everything else to focus on walking with the man – though it’s relatively easy, seeing as Sunjata’s legs are quite long. So when he offers his name and Zephyr comments about the boxing ring, the korofian bobs his head a small amount in agreement. “It’s got whatever you might need.” He rumbles a bit offhandedly, including alcohol in that sentiment, though he doesn’t know Zephyr enough to know whether the other man might appreciate that sort of ‘joke’.
Instead, another nod is granted at the name given – giving the other man a quick scan and committing the name to memory even if it didn’t ring a bell. Not really, not yet anyway. The next question is aired and Sunjata turns his head to focus on the path they take, amusement lingering within him at it. “Nostalgia mostly.” A wink granted Zephyr’s way before he inhales. “And the Grounds are shit. Don’t know if you’ve ever been. Wouldn’t be missing out on much.”
Instead, another nod is granted at the name given – giving the other man a quick scan and committing the name to memory even if it didn’t ring a bell. Not really, not yet anyway. The next question is aired and Sunjata turns his head to focus on the path they take, amusement lingering within him at it. “Nostalgia mostly.” A wink granted Zephyr’s way before he inhales. “And the Grounds are shit. Don’t know if you’ve ever been. Wouldn’t be missing out on much.”
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.
