the lullaby
The way up and the way down are one in the same
I'm calling an audible late in the game
I'm calling an audible late in the game
'Well...' The thing about being a parent, is that sometimes your children are very clever and argue you into a corner for which can you just fuck off please? seems to be the only way out. "..what makes Ever think his house is haunted? Or that one of his parents are?" Remi asks, thinking this might be a better argumentative tactic.
Glancing down at himself—his various scars, his missing fingers, his muscles—Remi looks back at Mateo with a brow raised. "I look how I look." And, if he didn't think it would have proved his son's point, he might have dropped his arms back to his sides. "So you would prefer if I...did things slower and less efficiently then?" He wonders of breaking trees, before snorting. "Che cosa? Io non! And even if I did, what's scary about baths?"
Glancing down at himself—his various scars, his missing fingers, his muscles—Remi looks back at Mateo with a brow raised. "I look how I look." And, if he didn't think it would have proved his son's point, he might have dropped his arms back to his sides. "So you would prefer if I...did things slower and less efficiently then?" He wonders of breaking trees, before snorting. "Che cosa? Io non! And even if I did, what's scary about baths?"
If love is everything, love is pain
Certain spirits are too bright to be tamed
Certain spirits are too bright to be tamed
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.
