RONIN
the white knight
Ronin arches an eyebrow at Flora's question, the expression having to substitute an answer for a moment as he takes another sip of his smoothie. "Mm... no, I can't say we have," he says through a chuckle once he's free to speak again, easily surrendering the boy to his sister as she comes to scoop him away. "How would you know when it wore off? Or if it ever did?" He furrows his brow. "Imagine never being able to cry because your parents wanted some peace and quiet."
The baby gurgles his apparent agreement (or potentially objection?) in Flora's arms, Ronin meanwhile slouching back to relax and enjoy having both hands free for once. "Besides, you can't say you wouldn't have been a bit resentful if you found out Remi and Hotaru did that to you when you and Enzo were babies."
Grinning to see Spice swoop over to say hello, the Knight barely realises it when Sugar descends from her sentinel atop the boat to take advantage of no baby, merely glancing sidelong at her as she settles around his shoulders. "That is Carlo," he tells Flora, with all the confidence of someone who truly has no idea if that's the case. "Though I wouldn't blame you for checking the nametag on his clothes."
The baby gurgles his apparent agreement (or potentially objection?) in Flora's arms, Ronin meanwhile slouching back to relax and enjoy having both hands free for once. "Besides, you can't say you wouldn't have been a bit resentful if you found out Remi and Hotaru did that to you when you and Enzo were babies."
Grinning to see Spice swoop over to say hello, the Knight barely realises it when Sugar descends from her sentinel atop the boat to take advantage of no baby, merely glancing sidelong at her as she settles around his shoulders. "That is Carlo," he tells Flora, with all the confidence of someone who truly has no idea if that's the case. "Though I wouldn't blame you for checking the nametag on his clothes."
