SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
“It’s flour.” Sunjata offers with ease as he grabs some ingredients, turning around with a few in hand as the wooden spoon comes out to poke at her stomach, a quiet hum of laughter leaving him as she chimes her ‘hey!’ But he doesn’t exactly expect what comes next, setting the other ingredients down as the bowl comes at him, coating him in flour and the floor and the stove, and everywhere. He looks like a pale ghost in the way the flour collects in the ruffles of his shirt. “Oh shhhh… Shoot.” He chimes, surprise overtaking him but recovering easily as he stands still enough that the flour begins to waft off of him when he moves.
A bark of a laugh leaves him in combination with her own giggles, Sunjata moving to the counter beside her to try and brush off the flour from his clothes and himself, running fingers through his hair to try and get it out. He still comes out chalky, the flour coating the deep navy of his tattoos on his arms as he tries to pull at his shirt to get rid of it some more. “Okay, okay, no more of that.” He manages with a still amused smile on his face, bracing his hands on either side of her as he reaches up to press a soft bunch of flour right on her nose.
He withdraws to pick up the bowl and set it aside, to grab a broom and try to at least pile the flour into one so that it doesn’t continue to get everywhere else. After that, he hands her the wooden spoon instead, moving to grab the bag of flour to refill the bowl she’d dumped everywhere. “What kind of pancakes do you want?” He asks her, raising a brow to her.
A bark of a laugh leaves him in combination with her own giggles, Sunjata moving to the counter beside her to try and brush off the flour from his clothes and himself, running fingers through his hair to try and get it out. He still comes out chalky, the flour coating the deep navy of his tattoos on his arms as he tries to pull at his shirt to get rid of it some more. “Okay, okay, no more of that.” He manages with a still amused smile on his face, bracing his hands on either side of her as he reaches up to press a soft bunch of flour right on her nose.
He withdraws to pick up the bowl and set it aside, to grab a broom and try to at least pile the flour into one so that it doesn’t continue to get everywhere else. After that, he hands her the wooden spoon instead, moving to grab the bag of flour to refill the bowl she’d dumped everywhere. “What kind of pancakes do you want?” He asks her, raising a brow to her.
you gave all that sweat and blood,
now you think you're gonna drown
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.
