SuNjATA
the flood
The purr from Nate is met with a wink before he opens the door and slips in, leading his companions within as he blazes his trail toward Ronin. Loren’s surprise to the compliment is granted a wide grin, but it isn’t until he’s standing beside Ronin, jesting to the other man, that a bright laugh leaves him at the retort. He takes the bottle Ronin offers, feigning a bit at some form of hurt pride. “Fashion, what can you do?” He responds with a wry smirk.
Of course, he’s not left alone for long. He completely misses the commentary going on between Nate and Samuel, the tension in the room, focusing on Libbs as she approaches and he snorts, slinking away from Ronin toward her after she nudges him on his shoulder. “Ah, I see they’re letting just anyone in now, huh?” He smirks to her, patting her on top of her head with a hum of laughter leaving his throat. “I brought the good whiskey, by the way.” He offers, leaning in to whisper to her ear, pointing with the hand the bottle from Ronin is in toward where he’d placed said bottle.
He spies Wessex next with a bright grin of amusement at the look on her face. She’d had a great fight, had him on the edge of his seat the entire time. So of course he drags Libbs along with him toward her to clasp her on the shoulder, leaning in briefly to speak a bit quieter. “I see you too brought the good stuff.” He offers with a nod toward the whiskey, a hum of amusement lingering in his voice.
A wave is granted toward Oliver, but he still manages to find his way toward where Nate places the items he’d brought, completely oblivious to the rest of the drama surrounding the man, as he leans back against the table to survey the crowd. “A long night, huh?”
Of course, he’s not left alone for long. He completely misses the commentary going on between Nate and Samuel, the tension in the room, focusing on Libbs as she approaches and he snorts, slinking away from Ronin toward her after she nudges him on his shoulder. “Ah, I see they’re letting just anyone in now, huh?” He smirks to her, patting her on top of her head with a hum of laughter leaving his throat. “I brought the good whiskey, by the way.” He offers, leaning in to whisper to her ear, pointing with the hand the bottle from Ronin is in toward where he’d placed said bottle.
He spies Wessex next with a bright grin of amusement at the look on her face. She’d had a great fight, had him on the edge of his seat the entire time. So of course he drags Libbs along with him toward her to clasp her on the shoulder, leaning in briefly to speak a bit quieter. “I see you too brought the good stuff.” He offers with a nod toward the whiskey, a hum of amusement lingering in his voice.
A wave is granted toward Oliver, but he still manages to find his way toward where Nate places the items he’d brought, completely oblivious to the rest of the drama surrounding the man, as he leans back against the table to survey the crowd. “A long night, huh?”
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
