wolfkept
❝ caught in the act, eh? ❞ though groggy, remus’ smile and sleep-roughened voice are both sympathetic to his son’s point —- thoughtful as ever, he’d only pointed out the obvious that remus’ body had apparently decided to ignore. the back of a hand rubs against his eye for a moment before looking up and over, adult son still poised with a hint of the child’s expectation. ❝ merely looking out for your ancient father’s spine, are we? ❞ a slight cracking of the smile wider, a bit of a good-natured tease.
‘ SOMEONE’S GOTTA IF YOU WON’T. ’ mirrored grin of his father appears on his face as he gently taps the other’s shoulder then comes around the couch , sitting on the end opposite to remus. ‘ beds exist for a reason , old man. ’ his words are sweet and well - meaning despite their sassy approach. he sips his hot chocolate slowly and stretches his legs before putting them on the couch , occupying the space between him and his dad. ‘ i don’t get how you can sleep sitting up. ’














