i'm just waiting 'til you really let your guard down
"Put those away, you look ridiculous." Smooth and ever-so-sharp, like a razor's edge, the words go for the throat. He means, of course, the appearance of whatever partial shift Sunjata has chosen to taint himself with. The lines of ink are enough already to curl his lip, but this base addition of an animal goes far beyond tattoos. This is a matter of self-respect, something that the boy has shown to be sorely lacking.
A matter to be corrected, in time.
"And you are mad." There is neither confirmation nor denial in his tone. Is Sunjata really even hearing his father's voice coming from such an innocuous looking figure? Or is he just imagining whatever his feverish mind wants to believe? Either way, Shaju breezes on by, barely sparing the boy a glance. It's an act of contempt and disregard in one, the way he puts his back to Sunjata, anticipating nothing but obedience.
"Walk. The shore is some distance away."
A matter to be corrected, in time.
"And you are mad." There is neither confirmation nor denial in his tone. Is Sunjata really even hearing his father's voice coming from such an innocuous looking figure? Or is he just imagining whatever his feverish mind wants to believe? Either way, Shaju breezes on by, barely sparing the boy a glance. It's an act of contempt and disregard in one, the way he puts his back to Sunjata, anticipating nothing but obedience.
"Walk. The shore is some distance away."
SHAJU
