Not one necessarily to give into willful ignorance, but oh if Remi hasn't jumped right into the deep end with this one.
"Who me?" Remi wonders with a chuckle, shaking his head. Once upon a time the alchemist might have been described as shy and reserved. Now those traits seem laughable, and the look Remi gives the Star suggests that said father might have things to say about it now, even if their son doesn't.
Holding the child with infinite care, Remi trails after Ronin down the hall, passing by the familiar and the unfamiliar into they're back in their bedroom. Still, Remi doesn't really take note of the antlers on the wall, far too absorbed by the tiny life cradled against his chest. As he softly gets into bed, Mateo stirs, tiny fingers balled into fists as he tries on another wail to see if it might get him what he wants. Only, as he's a newborn, he's absolutely no idea what that might be. Rolling his tongue softly as if purring at the child, Remi beams up at Ronin as he carefully lays the boy down between them.
I don't want to wake up, Remi thinks to himself, though the thought flutters through the attuned bond even as the alchemist props his cheek up on one arm that he might continue to gaze down on their son.
"Who me?" Remi wonders with a chuckle, shaking his head. Once upon a time the alchemist might have been described as shy and reserved. Now those traits seem laughable, and the look Remi gives the Star suggests that said father might have things to say about it now, even if their son doesn't.
Holding the child with infinite care, Remi trails after Ronin down the hall, passing by the familiar and the unfamiliar into they're back in their bedroom. Still, Remi doesn't really take note of the antlers on the wall, far too absorbed by the tiny life cradled against his chest. As he softly gets into bed, Mateo stirs, tiny fingers balled into fists as he tries on another wail to see if it might get him what he wants. Only, as he's a newborn, he's absolutely no idea what that might be. Rolling his tongue softly as if purring at the child, Remi beams up at Ronin as he carefully lays the boy down between them.
I don't want to wake up, Remi thinks to himself, though the thought flutters through the attuned bond even as the alchemist props his cheek up on one arm that he might continue to gaze down on their son.
who's got their claws in you my friend?
into your heart i'll b e a t  again
into your heart i'll b e a t  again
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
