SuNJATA
the flood
Smart. She tells him, and for a moment his smirk grows a small amount. It was a rare day where someone thought that he indeed was a smart person, and likely within the near future he’d find out how wrong she is about all of that – but he’ll take it whatever way he can, able to relish in the compliment where he can. But she takes another sip of her drink before holding it up toward him with a pout that has him chuckling quietly.
“No need to beg, we’re business partners after all.” He winks, though he does turn toward the entrance of the Advocates again, to lead her back up the stairs toward the bar where he can refill her drink. Once they’re there, however, he gives her some of the stronger stuff and a bottle to take home as a goodwill sort of gesture. And from there, she can choose whatever food she might want from the bar as well – the start to a relatively great friendship, he thinks.
- FIN for Sunjata!
“No need to beg, we’re business partners after all.” He winks, though he does turn toward the entrance of the Advocates again, to lead her back up the stairs toward the bar where he can refill her drink. Once they’re there, however, he gives her some of the stronger stuff and a bottle to take home as a goodwill sort of gesture. And from there, she can choose whatever food she might want from the bar as well – the start to a relatively great friendship, he thinks.
- FIN for Sunjata!
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
