// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
“I suppose.” Sunjata draws with a heavy sigh, a dramatic tilt of his head. Though he wonders what would happen if he didn’t leave the treats at the door. Either way, he hums a soft laugh and nods, grabbing the bag. He doesn’t need to get anything else. “I would say I prefer to not have to eat them all myself but we both know I would be lying.” Sunjata flashes her a wink, following her with content to be lead about wherever she needed to go.
As for the Infirmary and stomach aches, he hums a sound. “Hm, well, I have to say that you’re doing it wrong if you don’t end up with a stomach ache after.” At least in his experience – what bits of it he got to experience being an all too candied up child. “I’d love to see your place.” He says immediately, gesturing for her to lead the way as he walks beside her, realizing belatedly he’s never even seen where Isla lives or the general area of where the house sits.
As for the Infirmary and stomach aches, he hums a sound. “Hm, well, I have to say that you’re doing it wrong if you don’t end up with a stomach ache after.” At least in his experience – what bits of it he got to experience being an all too candied up child. “I’d love to see your place.” He says immediately, gesturing for her to lead the way as he walks beside her, realizing belatedly he’s never even seen where Isla lives or the general area of where the house sits.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
