the baffled king composing hallelujah
"It is. I didn't think, after Seren..." Ronin scrunches his nose and shakes his head; he doesn't have to extrapolate all that much for Sunjata, after what they've been through and all that they've learned about each other. And that makes his next point hit home all the more, the Star's expression softening as he nods in understanding. "Well," he says slowly, "this isn't Korofi, and you've got a perfect opportunity right here." He grins. And then Jata gives him the perfect opening, Ronin arching a curious eyebrow at the parting gift.
"You can't expect me to leave that there until later," he says, scooting a bit closer and gazing at the other man with a look Jata will probably know well - half mischief, half challenge. "You can hold Mateo, and I will open my gift?" He says it like it's a question, but Ronin is already carefully cradling the infant away from his shoulder. It's not a question, and the Flood will realise that pretty instantly.
"You can't expect me to leave that there until later," he says, scooting a bit closer and gazing at the other man with a look Jata will probably know well - half mischief, half challenge. "You can hold Mateo, and I will open my gift?" He says it like it's a question, but Ronin is already carefully cradling the infant away from his shoulder. It's not a question, and the Flood will realise that pretty instantly.
