the measure of a man is what he does with power
Ronin and Sugar have been napping training hard at being still and quiet when Sunjata comes peeking in through the windows. The pale reptile is the first one to stir, too, as he goes fluttering and poking about, and by the time he's sending messages to Ronin via the Attuned bond, she's at one of the houseboat windows, breathing icy air all over them and clouding it the fuck up so she can't see anyway.
And at the sound of the Flood's voice, there's a great deal of banging about as Ronin scrambles to the door. And when he does pull it open to rush out onto the porch, it's easy to judge who looks more put together (it's Sunjata). With his dark hair rumpled from sleep and his shirt unbuttoned, it's a very sleepy Huntsman who wordlessly pads out to hug his friend. "One day you'll be cool enough for people to give you different titles," he tells him with a grin. "Are you visiting just for little ol' me?"
And at the sound of the Flood's voice, there's a great deal of banging about as Ronin scrambles to the door. And when he does pull it open to rush out onto the porch, it's easy to judge who looks more put together (it's Sunjata). With his dark hair rumpled from sleep and his shirt unbuttoned, it's a very sleepy Huntsman who wordlessly pads out to hug his friend. "One day you'll be cool enough for people to give you different titles," he tells him with a grin. "Are you visiting just for little ol' me?"
RONIN
