Luka
Luka snuggles against his father for a moment, but his hand is already sneaking across to grasp at his sister, but he doesn't need to wait long. Soon she's crawling across their poppa's lap, nuzzling into his side and he wraps an arm around his sister, burying his face into her hair for a moment. Her scent is clean and warm, still lingering with sunshine and he smell of snow clinging to her curls in a way that only he could notice, lips mimicking his fathers in a brush of a kiss.
He's displeased to untangle himself from his sister, but it seems that she's only going to allow it for them to be situated in a single chair at the table. They're big enough to need their own each, but they both refuse to leave the other's side. She tugs his plate closer to him so he might reach it more easily, drawing a smile to his lips as he grabs for the bacon first, shoving the whole strip into his mouth. "Can we play in the snow?" It was the first thought that occurred after they'd settled in here. It was something they used to do back home often.
He's displeased to untangle himself from his sister, but it seems that she's only going to allow it for them to be situated in a single chair at the table. They're big enough to need their own each, but they both refuse to leave the other's side. She tugs his plate closer to him so he might reach it more easily, drawing a smile to his lips as he grabs for the bacon first, shoving the whole strip into his mouth. "Can we play in the snow?" It was the first thought that occurred after they'd settled in here. It was something they used to do back home often.
And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
That you and I will walk together again
That you and I will walk together again
