baby you were my picket fence
”I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.” Ronin smiled faintly, trusting Jata to get comfortable wherever he was most able. As the other man continued he fell quiet to listen, never having really considered what it would be like to have a sister at that age. Ashetta had been the closest thing to it, and they had already been grown by the time he’d met her. Not that they hadn’t been as bad as children - Ronin was just as likely to climb a tree and break something at twenty-five, honestly - but it was... odd, to think about it.
He continued to scritch away at the soft scruff behind the panther’s ears, his mind blooming with images as Jata explained further; sometimes they were small versions of the Arbiter and a girl he didn’t know. Sometimes it was Ronin and Ashe, and the hunter relaxed at the idea of it. Quite when his hand had stopped its fussing he didn’t realise, but when Sunjata turned to look up at him it would be to see him relaxed into the pillows, sleep-blank and snoring.
He continued to scritch away at the soft scruff behind the panther’s ears, his mind blooming with images as Jata explained further; sometimes they were small versions of the Arbiter and a girl he didn’t know. Sometimes it was Ronin and Ashe, and the hunter relaxed at the idea of it. Quite when his hand had stopped its fussing he didn’t realise, but when Sunjata turned to look up at him it would be to see him relaxed into the pillows, sleep-blank and snoring.
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
