SUNJATA
the flood
“Mm, sounds about right.” Sunjata rumbles in agreement, a tattooed shoulder rising and falling in a small half shrug. The mention of Oliver feeling the same way has his head bobbing in agreement and understanding for the hybrid as well. “As it stands, you’re both welcome to Torchline, even if you don’t stay there permanently.” An easy offering he can make. They have quite the options for a get away from everything.
But he lifts the glass to his lips again, taking a longer sip, sighing against the burn before setting the glass down and leaning back in his chair to pull out a pack of smokes, lighting one up easily before setting the pack on the table with the matches in case Aisha wanted one as well. “I can’t say much for Halo other than it’s too fucking cold and it’s always such a shame to cover all that skin.” Whether he’s talking about the people there or himself, it’s hard to say, but he exhales a small plume of smoke with a crooked smirk all the same.
But he lifts the glass to his lips again, taking a longer sip, sighing against the burn before setting the glass down and leaning back in his chair to pull out a pack of smokes, lighting one up easily before setting the pack on the table with the matches in case Aisha wanted one as well. “I can’t say much for Halo other than it’s too fucking cold and it’s always such a shame to cover all that skin.” Whether he’s talking about the people there or himself, it’s hard to say, but he exhales a small plume of smoke with a crooked smirk all the same.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
