RONIN
the darkstar
”You don’t sound all that happy about it,” Ronin calls back into the wagon, seeming quite content with his scarf-antlers, dangling the fluffy edges over Mateo (he looks predictably perplexed by it, being so young). ”Well, for the future, maybe you should start remembering all the stuff you packed really, really well?” he suggests, knowing how much Remi loathes packing things away. This way he can just... magic it all up wherever they go.
But suddenly there are burritos to eat, and Ronin watches as Ianto’s plate disappears under the wagon with a smirk. The Star’s hands are a little full, but where there’s a will there’s a way, and Ronin’s projection appears to feed him the burrito while he continues to rock their son. ”Want to give him breakfast?” he asks between bites.
But suddenly there are burritos to eat, and Ronin watches as Ianto’s plate disappears under the wagon with a smirk. The Star’s hands are a little full, but where there’s a will there’s a way, and Ronin’s projection appears to feed him the burrito while he continues to rock their son. ”Want to give him breakfast?” he asks between bites.
