the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Oh, believe me. They'll be well loved. You and I will have to have a game or two before I go," Ronin says, his expression softening as he eyes his best friend. "I'm still coming to that wedding celebration, by the way. We might be going away, but we're not gone." He flashes him a smile, scooting up next to the Flood as he apparently malfunctions in the presence of Ronin's son. But it makes sense, as he continues, and the Star raises his eyebrows at the other man. "You what?" He sounds adorably perplexed, like he thinks Jata might be exaggerating.
But no, he still doesn't seem to be breathing or moving at all, and that's probably the first thing to remedy. "Okay, well... now you have, and it's all going fine so far," he begins. "You can move around a bit, you know. He's more likely to wake up if you're nervous. He's a baby, not a bomb."
But no, he still doesn't seem to be breathing or moving at all, and that's probably the first thing to remedy. "Okay, well... now you have, and it's all going fine so far," he begins. "You can move around a bit, you know. He's more likely to wake up if you're nervous. He's a baby, not a bomb."
