SUNJATA
the flood
He supposes that it wouldn’t be a good idea to eat until he’s sick, but there’s still that childish want within him that wants to experience the exact definition of a food coma. So he offers Ronin a nod, an easy boyish grin, but quietly plots within to do exactly that.
Ronin goes and grabs the ingredients and Sunjata turns a bit on the counter to focus on the bowl, listening to the items they’d need to make it, and his head tilts up toward Ronin with a spark of confusion. “And blackberries?” He asks, though he wonders if those go in before or after the food is cooked. But then he’s watching, mesmerized as Ronin cracks the eggs and adds the flour - handing the bottle to him.
Small hands latch onto the bottle, and he puts all his focus into making sure he doesn’t drop it or make a mess, peering over the bowl as he does so. “Nice and slow…” He repeats, beginning to pour the milk and accidentally putting a lot at first, watching it splash up the side of the bowl and onto the counter, before he reins it back and pauses his pour in case Ronin doesn’t need any more milk. “Sorry.” His brows furrow together, a small frustration glimmering across his face.
Ronin goes and grabs the ingredients and Sunjata turns a bit on the counter to focus on the bowl, listening to the items they’d need to make it, and his head tilts up toward Ronin with a spark of confusion. “And blackberries?” He asks, though he wonders if those go in before or after the food is cooked. But then he’s watching, mesmerized as Ronin cracks the eggs and adds the flour - handing the bottle to him.
Small hands latch onto the bottle, and he puts all his focus into making sure he doesn’t drop it or make a mess, peering over the bowl as he does so. “Nice and slow…” He repeats, beginning to pour the milk and accidentally putting a lot at first, watching it splash up the side of the bowl and onto the counter, before he reins it back and pauses his pour in case Ronin doesn’t need any more milk. “Sorry.” His brows furrow together, a small frustration glimmering across his face.
i said i saw you in the water
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.
