the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Sunjata." Ronin's voice is suddenly warm and just a bit authoritative, the Star offering his friend a reassuring smile. "Hold my son, please." Carefully, he settles the boy in the other man's arms, adjusting the blankets and ensuring that his head is supported, before sitting back and stretching mightily. Yes, Jata has also just given him a break, and he is very appreciative of that fact. For his part, Mateo barely stirs, though he does grizzle a bit before settling again.
"See, you're fine. A natural, you might say." Ronin winks, before leaning over to snag the box on the coffee table. He gives it a gentle shake (obviously) and shoots a suspicious glance across at his friend before he opens it up to peek inside.
"See, you're fine. A natural, you might say." Ronin winks, before leaning over to snag the box on the coffee table. He gives it a gentle shake (obviously) and shoots a suspicious glance across at his friend before he opens it up to peek inside.
