I will fight the end
Jata lets him go and Saartjie falls asleep, and Ronin does indeed set her down carefully into the bed in the cabin, before turning to face the boy again. He’s still wearing the black leather and Kevlar of the guard he’s appeared as, but upon noticing it he shrugs and shivers, letting the garb melt away to something more noticeably Ronin; namely, a t-shirt with a hole in it and a pair of pants that sit low on his hips. ”Anything.” He grins to Sunjata.
Making pies until they’re sick sounds pretty good, actually, and the Star meanders over to the little kitchen in the cabin. ”Sure we can. Do you like blackberry pie?” he asks, beckoning for the boy to join him and, if he does, scooping him up to sit on the counter. ”Thing is, I’m only really good at pancakes.” He whispers it, like it’s a secret.
Making pies until they’re sick sounds pretty good, actually, and the Star meanders over to the little kitchen in the cabin. ”Sure we can. Do you like blackberry pie?” he asks, beckoning for the boy to join him and, if he does, scooping him up to sit on the counter. ”Thing is, I’m only really good at pancakes.” He whispers it, like it’s a secret.
'til the end is here
