lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines
A snort leaves him in response to popularity. He is but he isn’t, not in the way that most people craved popularity. To be loved, looked up to, a figure of sorts, a role model. No, Sunjata was quite the opposite, usually having his name passed around by means of small talk, likely because he’d ran into some trouble he shouldn’t have. But that was that, and he was far too used to it to grow any sort of defense against it.
Instead, there’s a dip of his head in acknowledgement that Torchline suits him, his gaze leaving Finn to scan the bar while Haai keeps her eyes trained on the man. “Closest thing to home I can get.” Storms and seas, floods and a variety of trusting yet not trusting people. But he takes a sip from his glass again, turning to face Finn a bit more fully. “Stay away from the Port at night unless you can defend yourself from pickpocketing.” An easy enough tip.
Instead, there’s a dip of his head in acknowledgement that Torchline suits him, his gaze leaving Finn to scan the bar while Haai keeps her eyes trained on the man. “Closest thing to home I can get.” Storms and seas, floods and a variety of trusting yet not trusting people. But he takes a sip from his glass again, turning to face Finn a bit more fully. “Stay away from the Port at night unless you can defend yourself from pickpocketing.” An easy enough tip.
wasting beats in this heart of mine
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.
