all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
There’s a light snort that leaves Sunjata at the idea of art being a bribe, and he can’t help the huff of laughter that leaves him when Oliver explains the idea behind it. “Yeah, sure, that’ll absolutely be a get out of jail free card.” He offers, voice dripping with sarcasm, a fanged smirk crossing his face before he sets the glass in his hand down, pulling out a cigarette from a pocket and lighting it before he focuses on the idea of sharks.
“Mm yeah. Maea and I went out swimming in the ocean and got surrounded by sharks. I had to get her out.” He shrugs to that – bypassing the fact he’d passed out from the blood loss and Maea had to go and find a village with a healer nearby just to try and heal up his wounds. So he turns a small amount, showing his back toward Oliver and pulling the shirt up a bit to show the myriad of shark bites that litter his spine and above his hips before dropping the fabric once more and shrugging, dragging on the cigarette.
But he explains his life instead, what he has going for him – and it really does sound nice all things considered. And his head tilts a small amount toward Oliver at the mention of a Blacksmith shop, a brow raising as he inspects Oliver and the muscles that linger within the blonde’s arms. “What’ll you make?” He asks curiously – whether it’d be more of a weaponry or more for jewelry.
“Mm yeah. Maea and I went out swimming in the ocean and got surrounded by sharks. I had to get her out.” He shrugs to that – bypassing the fact he’d passed out from the blood loss and Maea had to go and find a village with a healer nearby just to try and heal up his wounds. So he turns a small amount, showing his back toward Oliver and pulling the shirt up a bit to show the myriad of shark bites that litter his spine and above his hips before dropping the fabric once more and shrugging, dragging on the cigarette.
But he explains his life instead, what he has going for him – and it really does sound nice all things considered. And his head tilts a small amount toward Oliver at the mention of a Blacksmith shop, a brow raising as he inspects Oliver and the muscles that linger within the blonde’s arms. “What’ll you make?” He asks curiously – whether it’d be more of a weaponry or more for jewelry.
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.
