The skycar was a silent ride from spaceport on. Qunai marveled to himself about it. In all his years, he rarely flew himself, and he was rarely awake to experience the rides. They weren't anything compared to shuttle rides that Thessia and a bunch of others gave him...for one, it was far more comfortable.
The Duvallin took a moment to adjust his jacket with a hand, before he gripped the wheel and rubbed at it. The horizon of Coruscant was cast in a beautiful orange glow as the sun drooped it's way out of sight. It was...calming...a true sight to behold. He assumed this was one of the reasons both Xyrna and Thyssen decided to make their own home here.
His green eyes flickered up to the rear-view mirror, and to the slumbering child in his car seat, wrapped up in cloth blankets for warmth.
He certainly had his own.
The home was certainly bare. So much space, and he hardly had anything to fill it up with. Qunai merely sighed as he finally stepped into the front room - what would eventually be the living room. Well, he imagined, anyway. All he really had was a couch, a bed upstairs, and a kitchen with all the essentials.
'...I need to get more things...'
He never really thought he'd have a home of his own. Adult-ing was hard, and it was a harder realization. The cloth bundle in his arms shifted, and a yawn filled the air.
"Ah? Is my little bundle of energy awake?" He grinned, and peered down. Green met green, and grin met grin.
"You can drop me dad!" So he did, and little Fythan stumbled a tad before he peered up at the vast walls and distant door frames. "Whe-...where are we dad?"
"Well...take a guess?" Qu chuckled, squatting down to eye-level with the tiny being. To his credit, Fythan frowned and scratched his noggin. Clearly...he was deep in thought.
"...are we in the dragon's lair?! Are you going to strike at the dragon's heart?! Like the stories?!"
Fythan immediately deflated, kicking the floor with a pout. Qunai laughed, shaking his head and scooping the boy back up into his arms, striding forth through the doorway and into the central hall.
"It's even better," Qunai began, turning around in a three-sixty, "it's our new home."
"New home!?" Fythan gasped, staring up at his dad. His eyes twinkled brightly. "Do I get my own room!?"
All he had to do was nod, and Fythan cheered, throwing his stubby little arms into the air. He quickly swung his arms around his father's neck, and held on tight.
"I love you dad!"
Qunai merely smiled, and hugged his little boy in turn.
"...I love you too, Fy."