may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
Aw but it’s a piece of me. He rumbles, feigning some sort of hurt with the tone of his voice. But he idly watches Ronin remove the wraps on his hands, before his gaze follows Ronin’s face back to him. The hood remains flared as Ronin scratches the scales along his head, and Sunjata flicks his tongue back out at Ronin. Ach, if I was preening I’d be a bird. It’s supposed to be a threat. He offers with another laugh.
But then Ronin’s gesturing, and Sunjata’s top half follows the gesture — hanging from Ronin’s shoulder and arm so he’s not dropped. Mmmmmmm nope. He offers, lifting himself back up to scan Ronin’s face. Can’t touch ya with a broken hand. At least not well. He jests, maw parting briefly to reveal sharp fangs in a snakelike smirk. I’m afraid there’s no apologies to be made. Just the question of where Ronin would be carrying him — if they were to dive into the drinks yet or if he’d be a scarf a bit longer more.
But then Ronin’s gesturing, and Sunjata’s top half follows the gesture — hanging from Ronin’s shoulder and arm so he’s not dropped. Mmmmmmm nope. He offers, lifting himself back up to scan Ronin’s face. Can’t touch ya with a broken hand. At least not well. He jests, maw parting briefly to reveal sharp fangs in a snakelike smirk. I’m afraid there’s no apologies to be made. Just the question of where Ronin would be carrying him — if they were to dive into the drinks yet or if he’d be a scarf a bit longer more.
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.
