[ most of the ladies have been insistently cooing at how dashing falco is from his seat close to cassandra and erwin. they weren't actually his parents, but— he certainly did feel more comfortable sticking close by them now than he did with the other occasional children, know waddled into a group and talking amongst themselves about the raddest baseball card or the newest toy they've managed. boys circle with boys, girls with girls, and when being told he could go have some fun with the kids his age by a chipper and emphatic brunette mother (something about all the adult talk being so boring for him), falco has to decline to stay where he is.
what a grown-up little gentleman. really, he's just uncomfortable, and has at most only taken half a bite of a bread stick. not because it was bad, but . . . it was weird. the HHA? new neighbors should help them? falco can't say he feels absolutely confident in saying the woman was charming. he's a sharp kid. something was off, and he's seen more than one troubled gaze pointed at her direction, some people have even stood from their seats to excuse themselves. it wasn't a coincidence.
even more with levi who was far more likely to be sitting nearby. he watches the soldier's hardened glare toward rosemary for a few moments before clearing his throat. ]
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what a grown-up little gentleman. really, he's just uncomfortable, and has at most only taken half a bite of a bread stick. not because it was bad, but . . . it was weird. the HHA? new neighbors should help them? falco can't say he feels absolutely confident in saying the woman was charming. he's a sharp kid. something was off, and he's seen more than one troubled gaze pointed at her direction, some people have even stood from their seats to excuse themselves. it wasn't a coincidence.
even more with levi who was far more likely to be sitting nearby. he watches the soldier's hardened glare toward rosemary for a few moments before clearing his throat. ]
Mister Levi?