// 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 //
“Hey now, I just told you I haven’t.” Sunjata shoots back with a huff of a laugh slipping from his lips. But he takes the hammer, nails the canvas into place, bunching it up here and there so that he might help prevent the water from seeping in through the cracks of the boards. His head tilts toward Ronin then, a brow raised as he goes to hammer in the nails Ronin has already popped through the canvas. “Have done to me, huh?” And if that didn’t strike some worry within Sunjata, leaving him with even more questions than before.
Once everything is set into place, he steps back as well — setting the hammer down and moving to stand by Ronin to survey the work. “Ack, that’s gonna take some time to think up.” He snorts, before an arm reaches out to rest around Ronin’s shoulder. “Thanks for the help, though I think I owe you a drink now.” A playful fanged grin is given to Ronin, attempting to use the leverage of his arm around the Star’s shoulder to guide him downstairs for said drink and making the buzzed trek home.
— FIN <3
Once everything is set into place, he steps back as well — setting the hammer down and moving to stand by Ronin to survey the work. “Ack, that’s gonna take some time to think up.” He snorts, before an arm reaches out to rest around Ronin’s shoulder. “Thanks for the help, though I think I owe you a drink now.” A playful fanged grin is given to Ronin, attempting to use the leverage of his arm around the Star’s shoulder to guide him downstairs for said drink and making the buzzed trek home.
— FIN <3
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.
