the baffled king composing hallelujah
Oh, it's exactly what Mateo wants, and Sunjata will know that almost immediately as the baby latches onto the bottle. Ronin can only shrug at the daggers sent his direction, draping a cloth over his shoulder in preparation for Mateo deciding that the milk should make a reappearance shortly. He's smiling as he sinks back down onto the couch with the Flood, snorting at his assumption that the crying is the worst. "You're adorable," he informs him. "You've never had to deal with what comes out the other end of him."
Though there's always time, if you want to stick around, the look in the Star's eye suggests, and he watches the two with something almost like pride. "You did it, though. He cried, and you made him stop. And you'll never have to be that worried about the crying again, because it's already happened." He shrugs. "You're welcome."
Though there's always time, if you want to stick around, the look in the Star's eye suggests, and he watches the two with something almost like pride. "You did it, though. He cried, and you made him stop. And you'll never have to be that worried about the crying again, because it's already happened." He shrugs. "You're welcome."
