it's a funny old world

Sugar let out a small growl of agreement, turning her head this way and that into Remi's scritches and sneaking into the blankets as he flopped down among them, warming her repitilian body against the deliciously toasty crook of his neck. Her blue eyes were lazily watching her master potter about, and she snorted her reluctance that it was, indeed, waking up time. "Well I doubt this little one will want to entertain herself," Ronin said in his defence, "and I don't think you'll want to be a raccoon all day." Though as both man and raccoon the guildmaster wouldn't be ashamed to say that Remi had made sleeping a lot easier. Ronin finished warming the milk for Aoife, stepping back over to the pile of blankets to sit crosslegged by Remi, cradling his daughter in one arm as she enjoyed her breakfast before the rest of them were even fully awake. "I guess so," he said, nodding and smirking at Remi. "You can feed her next time." ronin the long and lonesome road