better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
Oh poor Sam, doesn’t even look to see the hard work that went into the wall. Fine, if that’s how it’s going to go, Sunjata keeps the feline smirk along his face, leaning over toward Nate as the final instructions are given, pressing a soft kiss to Nate’s temple as they part — paint on both of their clothes and faces. The smirk fades when he goes to pick up the blocking pieces he’d used to ensure the lines for the paint were straight.
Him and Nate have the same idea, that the sooner this is cleaned up the sooner they can depart and leave the poor bookmaker alone. And so he pulls the pieces up, discarding them where he can, before helping Nate with the tarps and paint brushes and whatever else needs cleaning up, wanting very much to get out of here.
Him and Nate have the same idea, that the sooner this is cleaned up the sooner they can depart and leave the poor bookmaker alone. And so he pulls the pieces up, discarding them where he can, before helping Nate with the tarps and paint brushes and whatever else needs cleaning up, wanting very much to get out of here.
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.
