ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
Oh, of course, as things start to go so smoothly – it goes too smoothly to start. The funnel is made, easily getting the charcoal within it, Sunjata flashes a grin toward Nate. “And here I was thinking it was my looks.” He winks, a rumble of a breathy laugh leaving him before their task starts to venture south. And south it goes, turning his attention back to the jars just in time for the funnel to be too small, to watch as Nate tries to clear it and shove it down.
Then it spills, gets everywhere and Sunjata huffs a quiet sigh to himself. “Alright… Let’s try this again.” He murmurs, setting the bottles back upright and taking the pieces of cork into his hand and focusing on one bottle at a time, pinching amounts in and dropping them within the mouths of the bottles, hoping that might work without too much trouble.
Sunjata sets the bottle back up and takes to filling his palm with the cork and pinching amounts in.
Then it spills, gets everywhere and Sunjata huffs a quiet sigh to himself. “Alright… Let’s try this again.” He murmurs, setting the bottles back upright and taking the pieces of cork into his hand and focusing on one bottle at a time, pinching amounts in and dropping them within the mouths of the bottles, hoping that might work without too much trouble.
Sunjata sets the bottle back up and takes to filling his palm with the cork and pinching amounts in.
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.
