baby you were my picket fence
They worked in tandem by this point; given that Ronin was the more mobile of the two of them (and it must have been bad for that to be the case), he took care of the tenting roof of their little fortress, using rope and blankets draped over it to create a canopy. ”That’s a good point - we’re not likely to get hurt more with blankets,” he remarked as he tied everything in place and ducked underneath to help Sunjata with the inside.
Another ghost of a smile flickered across his face when Jata continued to speak, the memory coming alive in the other man’s voice. ”I can’t say my older brother and I used to do the same. If we made a fort it was usually to do battle. Used to drive my mother crazy,” he said, helping to prop up pillows on the ground and against the ‘walls’ of their den. ”Won’t lie to you though - I’m just as likely to fall asleep in this one.”
Another ghost of a smile flickered across his face when Jata continued to speak, the memory coming alive in the other man’s voice. ”I can’t say my older brother and I used to do the same. If we made a fort it was usually to do battle. Used to drive my mother crazy,” he said, helping to prop up pillows on the ground and against the ‘walls’ of their den. ”Won’t lie to you though - I’m just as likely to fall asleep in this one.”
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
