i'll love you till the day i die, even if it's just a bold face hell of a pretty lie
Oh but of course, things go south. They always do when he helps Deimos as it seems. But ever the one to try to keep some semblance of ‘put-togetherness’ he tries to recover as he digs, finds a rock that he steps back on, slipping and propelling him toward said hole. And really, it’s nothing else worrying aside from the stitches in his gut as he moves to try and keep from getting dirt everywhere. Deimos’ words utter into the air, and he hisses against it, shaking his head to Aisha and he pushes himself up and out of the hole he’s been digging. “Don’t.” Comes the accented reply, before he’s out and planting the shovel briefly, turning away from the rest of them a small amount as he feels something almost wrong within those stitches.
He lifts up the shirt just enough to see the stitching, inspecting the it the best he can, finding them quite irritated and hot with that blunder before he’s lowering his shirt again and grabbing the shovel with a bit more frustration, putting it in and continuing to dig while hopefully being a bit more careful of where he’s digging and his surroundings, trying to keep the slight winces from showing along his face.
Grumpy sunjata almost tore a stitch but he continues to digggg
He lifts up the shirt just enough to see the stitching, inspecting the it the best he can, finding them quite irritated and hot with that blunder before he’s lowering his shirt again and grabbing the shovel with a bit more frustration, putting it in and continuing to dig while hopefully being a bit more careful of where he’s digging and his surroundings, trying to keep the slight winces from showing along his face.
Grumpy sunjata almost tore a stitch but he continues to digggg
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.
