It was wonderful that his family had grown. Despite his obvious inhibitions, despite his frequent confusion and angst that he was often cursed with upon being thrust into unfamiliar situations -- Anthem Destruction was comfortable here. Family was associated with happiness and warmth, and if he was told someone was his family, he would not question it. Even if he did not fully grasp the intricacies of the relationship that they shared.
And so Anthem would come to recline beside her with a smile, his heart warm and light. Quietly he would lean forward and let his tongue run along her head, shifting closer to her. He liked young children, especially Song's babies. Briefly he would turn to watch the glowing lights, clueless to what caused them, but enjoying the nice colors nonetheless. "You like?" he would inquire gently, turning his yellow gaze to her once again, so soft and loving.
