half-baked dreams

all this time i was finding myself & i didn't know? i was lost

'Hence the speaking to Safrin part.' Remi supplies, unhelpfully running his teeth along Ronin's collarbone.

As Mateo cackles and reaches to pull at Remi's curls, the alchemist tries to look up despite their son's attempts to keep him grappled. "Stick your fingers in and find out yourself." Remi replies with a smirk. The answer was no, Mateo didn't have teeth. Not yet, though given how he'd taken to squawking and chewing on things, Remi figured he was close. 'Birds don't have teeth, and they eat bugs just fine." He adds with a bright and sunny smile, clearing trying to get a rise out of his husband.

"Oh..well.." Straightening, Remi rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck. "I...suppose..no? Seeing as I don't have anything to show. I...had sort of thought putting up some sort of magical barrier would be good enough. Frankly, I'm not even sure what a stronghold even is. It isn't as though we can build walls and things, not with how dense the forest is."

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