SUNJATA
“Spider arms?” He repeats, airing on the safest topic at present as he extends his arm to look at it. Sure, his limbs are long, but he hadn’t thought himself to be spindly. But that’s beside the point as Ronin dresses and gets comfortable, as the clinking of their glasses fills the air, and Sunjata settles in the couch when Ronin returns.
A shrug is given to the Star, the Flood peering down into his glass before he takes another long sip. “I’m not babysitting. I just wanted to check in on you.” He says quietly, trying to avoid diving into that conversation. “Hotaru’s unicorn fixed my wing so I needed to stretch it out anyway.” He finally glances back up toward Ronin, an edge of a softer smile on his lips. He props his legs up on the coffee table and settles in, the glass set on the table and his arm swung along the back of the couch.
A shrug is given to the Star, the Flood peering down into his glass before he takes another long sip. “I’m not babysitting. I just wanted to check in on you.” He says quietly, trying to avoid diving into that conversation. “Hotaru’s unicorn fixed my wing so I needed to stretch it out anyway.” He finally glances back up toward Ronin, an edge of a softer smile on his lips. He props his legs up on the coffee table and settles in, the glass set on the table and his arm swung along the back of the couch.
we'll break our own hearts
so that someone else can't
so that someone else can't
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.
