// got a feeling in your stomach 'cause you know that it's comin' for ya
leave your flowers and grieve, don't forget what they told ya //
leave your flowers and grieve, don't forget what they told ya //
He sits atop the cloud and a snort leaves him as Ronin comments it doesn’t sound like Deimos. And a small grin is shot the Star’s way, arms leaning back against the cloud so he can sit and watch Ronin work. “Really? Deimos and I don’t get along. I do think this was an accident this time, but… Usually I’m on his bad side.” Pretty permanently, at least. It’s just how things went.
The smile grows a bit broader though as Ronin whistles, Sunjata’s brows wiggling in some part amusement before settling. “Gods I hope not.” He says with that easy feline smirk, until it fades at the mention of flooding and what they can do to fix it. Turning his head, he looks up the stairs the cloud floats by, trying to pinpoint where the water’s coming from. “I think there’s gotta be a window upstairs or something missing, perhaps a hole in the roof?” He won’t know until they go up there.
“It’ll probably take some time, which is good for me seeing as I have a very important question for you that might take you some time to think over.” He flashes a wink.
The smile grows a bit broader though as Ronin whistles, Sunjata’s brows wiggling in some part amusement before settling. “Gods I hope not.” He says with that easy feline smirk, until it fades at the mention of flooding and what they can do to fix it. Turning his head, he looks up the stairs the cloud floats by, trying to pinpoint where the water’s coming from. “I think there’s gotta be a window upstairs or something missing, perhaps a hole in the roof?” He won’t know until they go up there.
“It’ll probably take some time, which is good for me seeing as I have a very important question for you that might take you some time to think over.” He flashes a wink.
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.
