the earth has music for those who listen
This is exciting. To say that Mateo is accustomed to at least one of his parents being wound like a tightly coiled spring is probably something that would give a child psychologist a field day, but whatever. As he's set down on the ground and given his boundaries, the boy bobs his head along to Ronin to say that yes, he does know the drill. And at least for now he's taking everything in, lingering close enough for a small hand to have reached up to grab onto one of Remi's pockets, just in case they go anywhere in a hurry.
Only then someone is saying his name all of a sudden, Mateo turning to peep up at the young woman with wide blue eyes and a dimpled smile. He wiggles his fingers in a wave. "Hallo," he announces. "Come fai a sapere il mio nome?"
Only then someone is saying his name all of a sudden, Mateo turning to peep up at the young woman with wide blue eyes and a dimpled smile. He wiggles his fingers in a wave. "Hallo," he announces. "Come fai a sapere il mio nome?"
