daydream about me, and i know that you hate the nights without me
“We did go a little hard with the sparring.” He murmurs as he wraps her hands, a hint of amusement flickering in his face at the thought. “And yes, it’s for extra support.” Sunjata continues to wrap her hands, before he’s moving to his own, going slow as for how he wraps his – covering scars and the like, shifting up to his wrist to cover the base of his sleeved tattoos, and from this distance she might be able to notice the way the stars in his sleeve shift and move a fraction.
“It’s both for protecting your skin from breaking, but also to keep your bones safe so you don’t break them.” It was the first thing he’d learned in the boxing rings. Though it wasn’t like it mattered – one of his first fights had ended up with a dagger – had ended up with him sprawled out on a bar table up top getting stitches on his hip from where he’d been stabbed by his first love.
He finishes wrapping his hands, pulling his shirt off and his boots and socks, to step into the sandy ring, leaning against the ropes with his arms spread out, watching her as his question is aired – wondering where to even begin. Luckily, she knows some things, which makes it easier. “Good, good.” He hums, pushing off from the ropes to step toward her. “So another thing you want to find out is your opponent’s weaknesses. Find which side they favor and try to aim for the opposite.” He takes up a stance, a readying stance (a bit less perfect from where he’d usually do it, so that she could pick out his own.)
“Where do you think mine are?” What side does he favor, which side should she focus on trying to reach to catch him off guard?
“It’s both for protecting your skin from breaking, but also to keep your bones safe so you don’t break them.” It was the first thing he’d learned in the boxing rings. Though it wasn’t like it mattered – one of his first fights had ended up with a dagger – had ended up with him sprawled out on a bar table up top getting stitches on his hip from where he’d been stabbed by his first love.
He finishes wrapping his hands, pulling his shirt off and his boots and socks, to step into the sandy ring, leaning against the ropes with his arms spread out, watching her as his question is aired – wondering where to even begin. Luckily, she knows some things, which makes it easier. “Good, good.” He hums, pushing off from the ropes to step toward her. “So another thing you want to find out is your opponent’s weaknesses. Find which side they favor and try to aim for the opposite.” He takes up a stance, a readying stance (a bit less perfect from where he’d usually do it, so that she could pick out his own.)
“Where do you think mine are?” What side does he favor, which side should she focus on trying to reach to catch him off guard?
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.
