no bullies or bums, the chums are tens here

the bastion

Remi snickers under his breath even though nothing’s been said aloud, the sound buried beneath the low thrum of kitchen noise. As he passes Ronin, he nudges the Knight lightly with his shoulder, the gesture quick and familiar. And I wonder who she got that from? the thought hums along the bond, all dry affection, the edges gilded with love for both his husband and their daughter.

Glancing over toward Kai, Remi raises his brows and nods approvingly. "That’s high praise," he remarks, his voice lilting faintly with amusement before he adds, "You will notice that I am not on shrimp duty.' The small smirk that follows is proof enough that he has no complaints about that particular arrangement, though his crime of eating too many shrimp while cooking is still one he thinks should be legalized.

As the boy mentions cooking with his mother, Remi’s expression softens, some of the mischief fading into something far gentler. Reaching for a stack of plates, he pauses long enough to glance back at Kai and nod. "I did too," he says quietly, his voice warm with the weight of memory, before turning toward the dining room to begin setting the table.

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!