SUNJATA
the flood
“Absolutely not.” He rumbles with a fair amount of agreement. He’d made this house into something beautiful. The last thing he wanted was for it to wither and die. What would he tell Nate? But then he’s glancing to the door, a sharp narrowed glare sent its way before he’s focusing on the Star again under the prospect of snacks.
And without having them? Well, he deflates a small amount, laying back in the bed and shifting the blankets so they might cover most of him, despite the sheen of sweat that’s coating his warm body. “Maybe I’ll wither up and die.” He comments, referring to Ronin’s initial question, before his head is tilting on the pillow and he’s focusing on Ronin the best he can again. “It‘s okay. I forgive you. This time only though.” He snorts, before he’s staring at the wall again.
As for how Ronin can make it up to him? He squints a bit at the Star, mulling it over. “I was thinking of taking a nap and waiting until he’s gone, but then I got distracted by the sun. Then I got distracted by you.” A small half grin forms on his face. “You ever play spoons?” He asks, gesturing to a deck of cards and a variety of daggers on the table beside the bed — very much imagining them as spoons.
And without having them? Well, he deflates a small amount, laying back in the bed and shifting the blankets so they might cover most of him, despite the sheen of sweat that’s coating his warm body. “Maybe I’ll wither up and die.” He comments, referring to Ronin’s initial question, before his head is tilting on the pillow and he’s focusing on Ronin the best he can again. “It‘s okay. I forgive you. This time only though.” He snorts, before he’s staring at the wall again.
As for how Ronin can make it up to him? He squints a bit at the Star, mulling it over. “I was thinking of taking a nap and waiting until he’s gone, but then I got distracted by the sun. Then I got distracted by you.” A small half grin forms on his face. “You ever play spoons?” He asks, gesturing to a deck of cards and a variety of daggers on the table beside the bed — very much imagining them as spoons.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
