”Unca Seb.” Tyler’s tugging on his pants leg, curly red wig askew. “Unca.” Sebastian crouches back down, reaching out to straighten the mop of curls. “Yeah, Ty-Ty?” "Not Ty-Ty! Merida!" There’s no denying Tyler’s parentage when he stomps one green-slippered foot and sets his tiny chin, blue eyes flashing. "Merida." omg the fluff I’m killing myself with this. Posting should start Monday night. Apart from that I have no real schedule. Also my teeth ache but I’m having too much fun to stop.











