I can tell just what you want

you know i'm gonna change, things just don't stay the same no more

His head snaps up the moment Ronin’s voice reaches him, the authoritative edge within it having him immediately stilling and doing what it is Ronin wished. To hold the boy in his arms, stilling as Ronin adjust the blankets. The weight of the boy in his arms is strange, suddenly feeling like a bull around fine china, the fragility within the bundle in his arms leaking out in such a way that leaves Sunjata stiff, staying still exactly where Ronin had placed Mateo in his arms.

Ronin assures him he’s fine and a natural, though the Flood feels the exact opposite, a breath puffed out awkwardly as he tries to cover the awkwardness. “Open it, please.” He rumbles, accent far thicker with the way he’s distracted by trying not to wake up the sleeping child in his arms, unsure of what he can and cannot do.

Inside the box, Ronin would find a deck of cards, Torchline themed for obvious reason seeing as he picked it up here. It still had the hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds, but instead of the typical royal look of the jack’s and up, edged with palm trees and smuggler looking folk.

you know i'm gonna break your fading heart

SuNJATA