the baffled king composing hallelujah
Raising his eyebrows at the sudden rumble of his friend's voice, Ronin can only bite his lip to stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across it, and he nods and rises to his feet before disappearing promptly into the kitchen. There's no doubt at all that he'll be telling Remi about this later, the Star wondering if they'll return to Torchline in a few seasons to find Sunjata and Nate with a child of their own. He's gone for a few minutes, all in all, and in that time Mateo has almost gotten into the full swing of his tears, before they suddenly start to quieten down.
Snug against the Flood, soothed by rhythmic rocking and the soft touch of a hand, the boy's cries have reduced to grumbles and hiccups, his little cheeks red, dark curls in an utter mess. Ronin offers out the bottle with a raise of his eyebrows, fully expecting Sunjata just to take it. "He knows the drill - I'll take him back from you once he's finished, because I doubt you want to get sicked on." He scoffs.
Snug against the Flood, soothed by rhythmic rocking and the soft touch of a hand, the boy's cries have reduced to grumbles and hiccups, his little cheeks red, dark curls in an utter mess. Ronin offers out the bottle with a raise of his eyebrows, fully expecting Sunjata just to take it. "He knows the drill - I'll take him back from you once he's finished, because I doubt you want to get sicked on." He scoffs.
