better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
He doesn’t know what he’d do without Ronin, if he’s being honest. The hug is a sloppy reciprocation, but it has all the warmth in it regardless and it soothes Sunjata’s frayed edges better than a lighter taken to string. “I didn’t know that.” He mumbles into the hug before it parts. “Could be anywhere?” He reiterates, moving to stand even as he sways heavily and clings to Ronin every chance he gets.
“’m a bit fucked up.” He says, swaying and stumbling into Ronin again, before his gaze is lifting to the sky and the stars that sprinkle overhead. “Are—Are you fucked up too?” He asks, arm around Ronin’s shoulders, his head tilts back down to look at his friend. “You’re a good size y’know that?” Often times Sunjata makes no comment on people’s heights unless his is addressed first, but there’s something about being really fucked up and finding it comfortable and easy to wrap your arm around your best friends shoulders without having to stretch or crane too much.
“’m a bit fucked up.” He says, swaying and stumbling into Ronin again, before his gaze is lifting to the sky and the stars that sprinkle overhead. “Are—Are you fucked up too?” He asks, arm around Ronin’s shoulders, his head tilts back down to look at his friend. “You’re a good size y’know that?” Often times Sunjata makes no comment on people’s heights unless his is addressed first, but there’s something about being really fucked up and finding it comfortable and easy to wrap your arm around your best friends shoulders without having to stretch or crane too much.
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.
