11-03-2024, 08:45 PM
If he had known this assignment came with a fucking infant, Ryker would have declined it. Perhaps the little thing might choke on its own spittle, that would shut it up. Maybe something like that could be arranged. It surely wouldn’t take much, not with such fragile windpipes. What possessed Nox to just keep it? If he wanted to be so bloody heroic, take it to an orphanage at least. Lugging it on an international flight certainly wasn’t in its best interest.
He only murmured something of acknowledgement, but gave no other commentary on the matter. To answer the question about their seats, he said “aisle,” with a tone that suggested such choice to be the obvious one, but if he was stupid enough to offer, Ryker would take it.
On board, Ryker stowed away his luggage in the overhead and folded himself into the spacious seat, getting comfortable.
((You can advance us if you want. Ryker won’t be very chatty unless he’s talked at, and he’ll sleep lightly for a while.))
He only murmured something of acknowledgement, but gave no other commentary on the matter. To answer the question about their seats, he said “aisle,” with a tone that suggested such choice to be the obvious one, but if he was stupid enough to offer, Ryker would take it.
On board, Ryker stowed away his luggage in the overhead and folded himself into the spacious seat, getting comfortable.
((You can advance us if you want. Ryker won’t be very chatty unless he’s talked at, and he’ll sleep lightly for a while.))