may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
Her laughter rings in his ears easily with one of the earrings that sits within them, and his smirk shifts to something a bit more amused when she grabs her glass and points at him. “Ah that’s far less fun.” He protests, a small amount of a whine rumbling through his deep accented tones. But fine, fair enough, if she wanted him to guess he’d have to start with something basic. Or… Perhaps to branch off of his own, in a sense.
So he watches her coyly, before downing the rest of the glass and moving to lean against the bar, a brief moment before his skin shifts and shrinks into his cobra shift – all seven feet of it, moving to latch onto the bar top and pull himself up and coyly settles there with his hood flared. Let’s start with the basics, shall we? He purrs to her, dark head tilting a small amount as he coils around himself. A… Bird? He muses, waiting to see if she has any added input.
So he watches her coyly, before downing the rest of the glass and moving to lean against the bar, a brief moment before his skin shifts and shrinks into his cobra shift – all seven feet of it, moving to latch onto the bar top and pull himself up and coyly settles there with his hood flared. Let’s start with the basics, shall we? He purrs to her, dark head tilting a small amount as he coils around himself. A… Bird? He muses, waiting to see if she has any added input.
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.
