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“Not to enable, but…maybe explore it for yourself?”

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“Great suggestion.”

“Hey, what’cha got in ya mouth? Say ‘aaah’!”

What could he say? He had a weakness for kids. Rabi was often nicknamed the ‘nanny’ or ‘kindergartner” for his skills handling the rambunctious Saiyan youth. Many veteran soldiers wouldn’t have the patience to have Saiyan kids assigned to their squad, let alone volunteering to join said squad.

Rabi always explained that he never had much luck with love and was often too slow to the punch to get a family. He liked the kids as bratty and feral some may act--and it was hard to deny he had a way of reigning them in. 

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Once the phone was finally answered Ro’s mind attempted to compile his thoughts into a coherent sentence, picking what he wanted to convey to Kal at this ungodly hour of the morning.

Finally he begins to slur a string of words together for her after keeping her waiting for what felt like hours for him.

“Kal I just wanted to tell you that I am so fuckin proud of you.. pardon my language.”

Another pause ensues, his head still hurting from the mess of dreams he had about an hour ago, the bottle still in his hand as his ‘relief’ for the paranoia and hysteria he had felt.

“You’ve done great things, you will keep doing great things. I am so lucky I got to meet you and even have the privilege to call you my sister.”

“You’re strong, Kallion. The fact you have retained such a kind and caring side despite how rough things had been for you gives me hope that we can change how our species is seen by others...

And I don’t think I’d be around here if it were not for you.”

Maybe a hint of a sober realization made him realize how ridiculous this was... Ranting to her at 3:00am about his pride in her.

A soft exhale escapes through clenched teeth as he uses the back of his hand to rub over his forehead, which had begun to pound worse and worse since his rude awakening.