SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
It is a comforting touch, a sort of release that keeps him close to Nate, intertwined as they could be as the mention of vehicles has a Cheshire smirk crossing the korofian’s face. His hands continue their gentle roaming, lacing through wet locks of hair until settling at the way Nate cuts off. No, nothing fancy, not really – unless you considered a tank to be something fancy and not the terrifying machine it was. So instead, his head tilts a bit, sending a bit of water trailing down his temple as he hears the mumble. “It was a great quick escape.” He offers with a brighter grin. “Fit easily under an awning where the snipers couldn’t see. Just hop on and go through the alleys.” A bit of excitement lingering through this, despite the dark overhead comment that Sunjata skips by as if he’s talking about the sunrise.
But he stills himself as Nate mentions his car, the excitement still running through him as he focuses on the Ascended, at the bright laugh that accompanies it even as Sunjata raises a conspirator’s brow. “Blue is the best color.” He winks, before a hum of laughter strums through him to accompany Nate’s own. “What did it look like?” He asks, aside from the obvious of it being blue. Was it smooth and sporty, boxy, sharp edged and fierce? “And were there cities? Skyscraping buildings and all of that?” He can’t help the need to try and garner more – of how similar yet different their lives had been.
But he stills himself as Nate mentions his car, the excitement still running through him as he focuses on the Ascended, at the bright laugh that accompanies it even as Sunjata raises a conspirator’s brow. “Blue is the best color.” He winks, before a hum of laughter strums through him to accompany Nate’s own. “What did it look like?” He asks, aside from the obvious of it being blue. Was it smooth and sporty, boxy, sharp edged and fierce? “And were there cities? Skyscraping buildings and all of that?” He can’t help the need to try and garner more – of how similar yet different their lives had been.
'cause i might make a move
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.
