SUNJATA
the flood
Honestly, it seems like the status quo. Only this time Sunjata would be able to step back, take a look at things instead of being the one to get involved initially. And that’s fine, that’s great all things considered. Less work for him to do in the long run while just remaining to observe. So all he does is nod, a quiet hum of agreement that leaves him until there's suddenly far more excitement in the form of a fuzzy black cat that has all thoughts leaving Sunjata in favor for her.
She leans into the touch and Sunjata scratches along whichever part of her she chooses, casting one glance back toward Jack with a shit eating grin on his face. “Seven, huh?” He repeats, a quirk to his grin. “You are stunning!” Another chimed compliment given toward the cat before Sunjata withdraws so they can move into the Hanged Man. “Is she yours or just along for the ride?” Sunjata asks, casting a glance toward Jack before moving toward the bar to order a couple strong drinks.
She leans into the touch and Sunjata scratches along whichever part of her she chooses, casting one glance back toward Jack with a shit eating grin on his face. “Seven, huh?” He repeats, a quirk to his grin. “You are stunning!” Another chimed compliment given toward the cat before Sunjata withdraws so they can move into the Hanged Man. “Is she yours or just along for the ride?” Sunjata asks, casting a glance toward Jack before moving toward the bar to order a couple strong drinks.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
