stay frosty royal milk tea

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

That his son had wanted to keep his plants all under one roof (instead of having a proper workspace), was in reality a very good decision. It meant that there was only one place Remi ever really needed to look for him, which was quite convenient. Freshly showered himself and in a fairly good mood from his earlier afternoon delight with Ronin, the Lullaby saunters down the stairs from the apartment into what Remi affectionately thought of as Mateo's Jungle below.

Twisting through the room with the utmost care so as not to disturb the various things his son was working on, Remi went to the thick door at the back of the room. There was music playing (likely because of what he and Ronin had been up to upstairs) and so when he called out his son's name, he did so quite loudly as he rapped his knuckles against the door.