Snorting, he grabs Sungki’s face and presses a dramatic kiss on his mouth before slipping away to get another to-go container to put half of the cinnamon rolls from that morning into. That and the container of spaghetti get slid into a bag so that it’s all together when Lavy and Dawnya are ready to go home.
Well. Their original homes.
Hunter considers their house - their house, too, in a way.
His tone betrays him though, a little too soft and touched. He...is fond of the child too. No harm will come to her, and hell will open wide if it ever did.
"I hope we're as lucky as Daeshim."
He's not sure he'd want their children to love so purely...he can see the danger in it. But again, that's what they're there for.
“For now,” he nods, “she hasn’t had to deal with bad people yet.” That’s when things change.
He hopes that when it happens, that it doesn’t change her too much, though. Lavender is a little light in the Ruinwood.
Leaning against the counter he reaches for his plate again, and grabs his last little piece of bread.
Hunter looks at Sungki, “They have us. We don’t need luck, we have experience in all of the things we don’t want for them,” he straightens up again, “They’ll be beautiful.”
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"I'm sorry...but Daeshim's infant daughter, defender of my virtue..."
It's fucking hilarious, he has to admit.
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Well. Their original homes.
Hunter considers their house - their house, too, in a way.
“Lavy loves you,” he murmurs.
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His tone betrays him though, a little too soft and touched. He...is fond of the child too. No harm will come to her, and hell will open wide if it ever did.
"I hope we're as lucky as Daeshim."
He's not sure he'd want their children to love so purely...he can see the danger in it. But again, that's what they're there for.
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He hopes that when it happens, that it doesn’t change her too much, though. Lavender is a little light in the Ruinwood.
Leaning against the counter he reaches for his plate again, and grabs his last little piece of bread.
Hunter looks at Sungki, “They have us. We don’t need luck, we have experience in all of the things we don’t want for them,” he straightens up again, “They’ll be beautiful.”