right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Some news and ideas spark his interest, at least. And he finds his way into the rest of the living room, to sit at that space she’s directed. He sinks into the couch, long legs stretching out before him, a scarred hand rising to run through his hair as he tries his best to appear comfortable, even if his muscles are still wound, still tight, as if anything were to happen he’d be able to immediately react to it.
Which, he would be.
He considers the options she lays out, head tilting a fraction as he considers it when the tea begins to whistle. “Rum would be nice.” He offers her, gaze following her as she moves to sit on the other end of the couch – to which Sunjata readjusts the way he’s sitting a fraction so that he might be able to better give her all of his attention. “Perhaps tea after, but definitely rum to start.” Gods know he needs it.
Which, he would be.
He considers the options she lays out, head tilting a fraction as he considers it when the tea begins to whistle. “Rum would be nice.” He offers her, gaze following her as she moves to sit on the other end of the couch – to which Sunjata readjusts the way he’s sitting a fraction so that he might be able to better give her all of his attention. “Perhaps tea after, but definitely rum to start.” Gods know he needs it.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
