RONIN
the dark star
Ronin pauses at one of the stalls, having finished his muffin and tucked the wrapping in his back pocket. This one is selling raw meat - naturally - and whilst he does enjoy hunting, it couldn't hurt to grab something for dinner. Sugar takes the opportunity to stick her freezing snout into Melita's ear while he barters and trades, Ronin joining them once more soon enough with a package wrapped in brown paper.
"Oh, yes - she makes a nest wherever we go," he explains. "Usually in the rafters of the building, usually with at least one item of my clothing shredded up," he adds affectionately.
His gaze lowers, though, as their conversation returns to Sunjata, Ronin shrugging because he has no other way to respond to Melita. His insides twist at the thought of it all, but so too does his temper rise. "If I had been asked to," he admits. "I can understand trying to keep Nate safe, but this... it's almost an obsession. He put Nate before his own daughter." Kamaria, he means.
"Oh, yes - she makes a nest wherever we go," he explains. "Usually in the rafters of the building, usually with at least one item of my clothing shredded up," he adds affectionately.
His gaze lowers, though, as their conversation returns to Sunjata, Ronin shrugging because he has no other way to respond to Melita. His insides twist at the thought of it all, but so too does his temper rise. "If I had been asked to," he admits. "I can understand trying to keep Nate safe, but this... it's almost an obsession. He put Nate before his own daughter." Kamaria, he means.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
