Altera Village
"Mngmamwa…"
"Gogrgomamwa…"
"Stop moving too much, Little Meatball," Althea mumbled, moving her head a bit as Little Meatball moved his hand and splashed soapy bubbles all over.
A large hand settled him down the tub. It was Garan, and his sleeves were folded all the way up his arm, showing off his very well-defined forearms.
"Behave," Garan said, his low voice was naturally full of gravitas that Little Meatball was a little intimidated by. One word and the baby's flailings went from level 10 to level 1.
The baby boy was pouting a bit, but he was definitely watching his hand splashing, a little sad that it wasn't creating as big a wave as he wanted.
Althea giggled at the adorable sight, all while washing her daughter who was so cute and well-behaved.
Garan smiled, but his eyes couldn't help but end on his wife's body and her clothing dampened thanks to their hyper-energetic son.
This will be the last overtly descriptive setting~ I'm sorry. It's an occupational habit. I like Altera and I am not comfortable not describing the feature buildings enough lalalalla