home is wherever I'm with you

Remi’s pointed look earned a crooked grin from Ronin in return, the hunter shrugging and attempting (unsuccessfully) to contain their octopus-limbed child. “Is it child labour? Or is it just a chore? She’s old enough now for some responsibilities isn’t she?” He laughed, watching the display between Aoife and the alchemist with a fond smile and warmth in his eyes. “Three?” He objected. “You’re spoiling her, Remi.” At least that’s what he would have liked to say, were it not for the little raspberry flavoured fingers that suddenly smeared into his mouth. Cut off by his own laughter, Ronin tried to control the application of his new lipstick, but of course it was to no avail. “Fine, fine’” he relented, glancing to his husband with a red mouth (and cheek and forehead). “Am I pretty, Remi?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression