right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Sunjata’s brows do in fact raise at the mention of principles, something that has Sunjata snorting and shaking his head to. “Okay, okay.” He pauses, abandoning the glass for the feigned yet amused surrender he gives the young Ascended, hands up toward Nikolai as if he’s conceding the point. He isn’t, but the thought is amusing regardless and the kid seems adamant about it regardless.
“So the issue is the dirt? If you’re that fucking concerned about it just have them wash their hands and wrists then?” He suggests, raising a brow and moving to grab the glass again, to down the rest of the contents and hiss as it burns against his throat before his steel gaze lands on Nikolai again with a raise of his brow, wondering if that was enough to get the young man to relax.
“So the issue is the dirt? If you’re that fucking concerned about it just have them wash their hands and wrists then?” He suggests, raising a brow and moving to grab the glass again, to down the rest of the contents and hiss as it burns against his throat before his steel gaze lands on Nikolai again with a raise of his brow, wondering if that was enough to get the young man to relax.
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.
