RONIN
the white knight
"My hero," Ronin groans out as the smoothie is brought into reach, the Knight accepting it with all the gratitude of something reverent, and he raises it in a toast before taking a long, sweet sip. In his arms the newborn isn't sleeping like he should be, but he also isn't screeching the house down, and given that Remi and his twin are tucked up inside, that is nothing short of a miracle.
"I think we're finally getting into a routine," Ronin says, not trying to sound anything short of relieved about it. "No idea how long that'll last before they try to change it up again, but..." He shrugs, smiling down at the infant. Good enough for now, he thinks.
Glancing back to Flora, he gestures towards his assigned twin for the day (he's almost 90% certain it's Carlo at this point). "Do you want to hold him?"
"I think we're finally getting into a routine," Ronin says, not trying to sound anything short of relieved about it. "No idea how long that'll last before they try to change it up again, but..." He shrugs, smiling down at the infant. Good enough for now, he thinks.
Glancing back to Flora, he gestures towards his assigned twin for the day (he's almost 90% certain it's Carlo at this point). "Do you want to hold him?"
