i'm not the man they think i am at home
Holding his breath slightly as his son investigates the watercolour block, Remi exhales a subtle sigh of relief at Mateo's remark. "Speaking of...we brought the houseboat with us." He murmurs secretively, though this time it wasn't to keep his hand from overhearing, but rather because the presence of the houseboat was something he wanted to keep precious. "We named it il Tramezzino." Remi adds, letting his fingers ghost across the texture block of paper in his lap.
"Is he now." Sounding both impressed and somewhat doubtful, the Lullaby raises a brow before nodding. "Well that is good. Perhaps one day he can fly you to the Cordillera if we ever figure out a dragon repellant." Little did Remi know that this was a trail of thought Everest and Mateo had already begun to wander down.
"How is...everyone else?" Such was Remi's attempt at asking if Mateo had any other friends or perhaps some sort of significant other. Though to hide his intentions he quickly added: "Do you speak to your sister much?"
"Is he now." Sounding both impressed and somewhat doubtful, the Lullaby raises a brow before nodding. "Well that is good. Perhaps one day he can fly you to the Cordillera if we ever figure out a dragon repellant." Little did Remi know that this was a trail of thought Everest and Mateo had already begun to wander down.
"How is...everyone else?" Such was Remi's attempt at asking if Mateo had any other friends or perhaps some sort of significant other. Though to hide his intentions he quickly added: "Do you speak to your sister much?"
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.
