you know i'm gonna change, things just don't stay the same no more
Part of him feels like he has to apologize, but he takes Ronin’s advice, nodding lightly in agreement. “Alright.” He rumbles quietly, hoping the baby doesn’t stir. But there’s an edge of a wince on his face as the word leaves his lips, the uncertainty of it all shining out. But he peers at the boy, seeing the similarities of Ronin and Remi mixed within, the information offered that has some sort of dawning realization over him. “That’s wonderful.” And he means every word of it.
The question of whether he’s alright, whether he’s not one for kids. That question grabs a raise of his brow, attention focusing on Ronin’s face with a huff of a laugh, as quiet as he can be. “I’m sure you remember how Korofi treated their children.” He murmurs, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Wouldn't know where to start, really.” They seem so fragile compared to the largeness of Sunjata.
But he grabs the box now, lifting it up in Ronin’s view. “I brought you a parting gift but you can open it later, given that your hands are full.” He offers, setting the box on the coffee table in front of the couch, edged a bit more toward Ronin.
The question of whether he’s alright, whether he’s not one for kids. That question grabs a raise of his brow, attention focusing on Ronin’s face with a huff of a laugh, as quiet as he can be. “I’m sure you remember how Korofi treated their children.” He murmurs, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Wouldn't know where to start, really.” They seem so fragile compared to the largeness of Sunjata.
But he grabs the box now, lifting it up in Ronin’s view. “I brought you a parting gift but you can open it later, given that your hands are full.” He offers, setting the box on the coffee table in front of the couch, edged a bit more toward Ronin.
you know i'm gonna break your fading heart
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
