right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
“Everything starts small, doesn’t it?” Sunjata comments with a roll of his eyes, but only huffs at the following comment of the glass. Try as he might, Sunjata’s very rarely a half full type of person – only optimistic when he absolutely has to be. This isn’t one of those, though, and he finds it easy to let that particular conversation die. Especially when it shifts to needing repairmen and tinkerers – Sunjata having never really considered himself a tinkerer. He was a fixer. He fixed things.
Or tried to.
“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll give it a shot then.” Sunjata offers, casting his steel gaze over to Amun as he picks up the wave patterned mug. He waits for Amun to agree whether or not to follow him into he market, he does start heading toward the door. “And dry out.” He offers, gesturing with a nod of his head toward the spaces they’d had to scrub that were still damp.
Regardless, the Flood steps out of the shop and starts heading down toward the shops, slow enough that Amun can catch up if he’s fallen behind. Eventually, he lands at the stall with all the cloth, and he scans through them before raising his brows toward Amun. “What’s your favorite color?”
Or tried to.
“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll give it a shot then.” Sunjata offers, casting his steel gaze over to Amun as he picks up the wave patterned mug. He waits for Amun to agree whether or not to follow him into he market, he does start heading toward the door. “And dry out.” He offers, gesturing with a nod of his head toward the spaces they’d had to scrub that were still damp.
Regardless, the Flood steps out of the shop and starts heading down toward the shops, slow enough that Amun can catch up if he’s fallen behind. Eventually, he lands at the stall with all the cloth, and he scans through them before raising his brows toward Amun. “What’s your favorite color?”
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.
