all that's best of dark and bright

it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams

“Please.” Sunjata drawls the tone as they get to work, placing item upon item within each room, setting it up in a barebones way that can certainly be adjusted as soon as they get workers in to fix them up to their liking. Sweat gleams along his skin, however, from having to move some of the furniture with Isla’s help up the stairs, an affair that has made him far more sore than he was anticipating.

They’re done soon enough and Sunjata finds the bar, collapsing into a chair as he watches Isla arrange the barstools, his legs stretching out in front of him as he sinks into it more. “A grand opening sounds like it’d be good for business.” He hums, contemplative, a hand rising to run through his hair before it rests at the back of his neck and his gaze slips toward the ceiling – to the loft beyond. “Exclusive affairs can be done upon occasion, though.” He adds with a huff of a laugh, tilting his head down to look at her again. “Besides, does it look like I know anyone exclusive that would want to participate?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

the flood

the thread of you and hem of me, it's bad enough in between

totally sniped from odd ilu