i'm not the man they think i am at home
Had they been a normal father and son, they'd likely have planned on going together since it was something they were both interested in. Given that this was only Remi's second outing in over a year, he didn't want to over-commit himself, and so simply nodded and smiled. 'I would like that. Perhaps you can use it to spy the lighthouse on the tallest mountain in the Cordillera, mm?'
Watching as Mateo's hands add physical flourishes to his words, Remi nods gravely as he eyes the fingers on his right hand. "Mmm." He hums vaguely, but doubtfully, before nodding. Removing the bag with his left arm, the Lullaby nods at his son to pick a spot. Within the bag are two blocks of watercolour paper that Remi has made himself. The wax binding their edges smell faintly of the botanicals he uses in his gin and are stained a subtle blue. There are also two small tins with a handful of colours and two glass jars filled with a few paintbrushes.
"I was going to ask if that cat was your friend Everest, but he is far too polite to have ignored the number of times I have said hello silently." Remi remarks with a crooked smile. "How is he?" It's a precariously close topic of conversation to Finn, but given how little Remi knows about his son's life, not asking about this specific friend seems absurd. So ask he does, doing his best to busy himself with his art supplies to keep his thoughts on track.
Watching as Mateo's hands add physical flourishes to his words, Remi nods gravely as he eyes the fingers on his right hand. "Mmm." He hums vaguely, but doubtfully, before nodding. Removing the bag with his left arm, the Lullaby nods at his son to pick a spot. Within the bag are two blocks of watercolour paper that Remi has made himself. The wax binding their edges smell faintly of the botanicals he uses in his gin and are stained a subtle blue. There are also two small tins with a handful of colours and two glass jars filled with a few paintbrushes.
"I was going to ask if that cat was your friend Everest, but he is far too polite to have ignored the number of times I have said hello silently." Remi remarks with a crooked smile. "How is he?" It's a precariously close topic of conversation to Finn, but given how little Remi knows about his son's life, not asking about this specific friend seems absurd. So ask he does, doing his best to busy himself with his art supplies to keep his thoughts on track.
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.
