we owe this to ourselves

SUNJATA

i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent

Her blushing cheeks darken in color but she doesn’t ball away, and while he knows it is an awkward question for a complete stranger, it does help Sunjata a bit in trying to gauge just what it was he would need to accommodate for. So he listens, humming a quiet response when she first speaks. “Some people don’t think about it at all.” He offers with a slight shrug. More of a… When it happens it happens type of idea. But then there are some that want it to be absolutely perfect — in the instance of a first time or perhaps something that sounded fun — and Sunjata wasn’t in the business of judging any of it.

Gods knew he’d gotten around in a variety of places. Perhaps that’s why Frey had chosen him, after all — he wasn’t inexperienced. And he wasn’t as reserved as Phoebe was once upon a time.

She answers with the Greatwood and Sunjata nods his scarred head in agreement. “The Greatwood is nice. Any place in particular or just anywhere within it that’s private?” He asks, trying to probe for a bit more information to figure out where he needed to visit in order to follow Frey’s orders in determining the safety of the location for such an endeavor.

so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for