[ there's be nothing he'd get out of asking why? but be redundant and not helping— besides, it's not like levi knew the answer either. falco nods his head and lets the short conversation die down, but it has served its purpose: rather than being mostly misplaced and uncertain, falco keeps a more observant eye on those around them. his gaze fixes when he recognizes someone as far away from home as he was, what rosemary did with her time, and what erwin was doing, all up until his "father" wanted to leave to table.
this time, with a look that seemed expectant of some sort of approval from levi, he ducks his head and carries his eyes briefly to the other children that have bundled into a group closer to the woman. ]
. . . I think Mist— [ someone comes too close to them; he changes his tone on the spot. ] Dad wants to talk to you. Excuse me.
[ excusing himself, of course, to sit with the children over there and strike up fake conversation; his attention is on who rosemary talks to throughout the rest of the night, in between the chatter of boys showing off baseball cards. ]
no subject
this time, with a look that seemed expectant of some sort of approval from levi, he ducks his head and carries his eyes briefly to the other children that have bundled into a group closer to the woman. ]
. . . I think Mist— [ someone comes too close to them; he changes his tone on the spot. ] Dad wants to talk to you. Excuse me.
[ excusing himself, of course, to sit with the children over there and strike up fake conversation; his attention is on who rosemary talks to throughout the rest of the night, in between the chatter of boys showing off baseball cards. ]