the baffled king composing hallelujah
Oh, absolutely not. It's a ridiculous notion that is entirely true. "A decent punch?" Ronin echoes. "Those sound like fighting words. Maybe I'll drop by the boxing ring before we leave for one more punch up with you. I can leave you with a shiner before I go on my adventures." He grins, already feeling a pang of sadness that he and Sunjata won't have those regular sparring sessions any longer. And the new surge of protectiveness over the Flood doesn't help things either.
It's with a knowing smile that he understands the stress of leadership - and the joys of fatherhood, in fact, and Ronin reaches over to take the baby from his friend. Mateo is gurgling and hiccuping his way onto the Star's shoulder, already protected by a cloth, luckily enough. "My only advice to you is to get it done as quickly as you can, and then relax every second you can manage." He winks. "That goes for having a child as well, if you ever get there."
It's with a knowing smile that he understands the stress of leadership - and the joys of fatherhood, in fact, and Ronin reaches over to take the baby from his friend. Mateo is gurgling and hiccuping his way onto the Star's shoulder, already protected by a cloth, luckily enough. "My only advice to you is to get it done as quickly as you can, and then relax every second you can manage." He winks. "That goes for having a child as well, if you ever get there."
