ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
It’s not like it really matters anyway, at the end of the day. They didn’t care who did what with whomever, but things were marginally different when it came to LongNight and shifts and the like. And likely the fact that Sunjata was just now coming around to having his mind mostly there again. Regardless, his gaze drifts toward the hands that spread, his gaze following them up to Neron’s face – recalling the last time Neron had taken a shift of his.
It’s probably better to make it transactional, to be honest.
So he puts out the cigarette in the ash tray, props his foot up on the footrest of the bar stool he sits upon, downs the rest of his drink and slides the glass Neron’s way, before lifting his arm – wrist up – to the Ascended on the other side of the bar. “A sample?” He repeats, amusement lingering in the look he gives Neron as well as the quirk of his lips.
It’s probably better to make it transactional, to be honest.
So he puts out the cigarette in the ash tray, props his foot up on the footrest of the bar stool he sits upon, downs the rest of his drink and slides the glass Neron’s way, before lifting his arm – wrist up – to the Ascended on the other side of the bar. “A sample?” He repeats, amusement lingering in the look he gives Neron as well as the quirk of his lips.
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.
