RONIN
the dark star
Hissing and flinching away as if the elbow to the ribs has really hurt him, Ronin flashes Amalia a sunny smile and straightens back up, burying his hands in the pockets of his coat. "Oh, I bet the kids would be," he agrees with a rumbling laugh. "I doubt the Order will be quite as delighted." And does he care? No, not one iota. Not that it's a serious idea (not now that the chaos in his veins has subsided anyway), and his smile softens somewhat.
"I always wanted a big family," he admits with a shrug. Clearly in his element among the children, it shows now more than ever. Clearing his throat, he latches onto the next topic of conversation - which turns out to be fascinating anyway. "You want to be a soldier?" he asks, tilting his head. "I mean, of course you can. But I didn't think..." She was a fighter, that she wanted to commit violence, all manner of other things.
"I always wanted a big family," he admits with a shrug. Clearly in his element among the children, it shows now more than ever. Clearing his throat, he latches onto the next topic of conversation - which turns out to be fascinating anyway. "You want to be a soldier?" he asks, tilting his head. "I mean, of course you can. But I didn't think..." She was a fighter, that she wanted to commit violence, all manner of other things.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
