[ These days, it never hurts to ask. His statement about being shoved into a box of spare parts earns a snort; Annie is not... surprised to hear this. She also says nothing about it. She figures there's no need, and there's more pressing concerns.
By the time he's caught up and caught on to her two-year-old situation, down on a knee and at the kid's level, the two-year-old is shuffling around and trying to hide in Annie's skirts. It's something of a feat, but there's a shyness brought about by Shiro's size, even with his friendly, open expression. One would think Annie's limited emoting would count further against her.
What he does do is stick out a hand and warily, but with great gravity, shake Shiro's hand. As if that was what Shiro was offering, and what he, at two, could offer in return. ]
She's Mama. [ He says this, very firm on this point. ] By the big street, with all the candy. Mama has a hat.
[ He looks up at Annie again, pulling his hand back from Shiro. He repeats the open arm gesture asking for up, only this time pairing it to the request, coming like a command. He doesn't like being so close to the ground right now. Too many legs, too many people, too big, and Mama isn't where he can see. ]
Up!
[ It's with a twitch of a frown, more confused than displeased, that Annie complies. Stiffly at first, and then while she crouches down, the kid reaches up, and she scoops him like she would pick up a sack of potatoes to haul off into the kitchen, balancing against her hip. His pail smacks her chest, and his foot kicks against her thigh as she stands, and then he's holding on with one tiny fist, dirty fingers curled into her coat. From where he now rests on Annie's side, he looks to Shiro, then points with the hand holding his pail. ]
Find Mama.
[ And he sniffles, then falls silent, trying his very best to hold himself together, like the big boy he's supposed to be.
At two.
(He's a brave little thing.)
Annie glances to Shiro, balancing the kid's weight, and bites back a sigh. ]
Looks like we're going to find Mama. Keep an eye out for anyone who looks like they're looking. It's pretty obvious, even in crowds like these.
[ They're the signs she looks out for in case she needs to avoid people. Never telegraph what it is you're going to do. ]
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[ These days, it never hurts to ask. His statement about being shoved into a box of spare parts earns a snort; Annie is not... surprised to hear this. She also says nothing about it. She figures there's no need, and there's more pressing concerns.
By the time he's caught up and caught on to her two-year-old situation, down on a knee and at the kid's level, the two-year-old is shuffling around and trying to hide in Annie's skirts. It's something of a feat, but there's a shyness brought about by Shiro's size, even with his friendly, open expression. One would think Annie's limited emoting would count further against her.
What he does do is stick out a hand and warily, but with great gravity, shake Shiro's hand. As if that was what Shiro was offering, and what he, at two, could offer in return. ]
She's Mama. [ He says this, very firm on this point. ] By the big street, with all the candy. Mama has a hat.
[ He looks up at Annie again, pulling his hand back from Shiro. He repeats the open arm gesture asking for up, only this time pairing it to the request, coming like a command. He doesn't like being so close to the ground right now. Too many legs, too many people, too big, and Mama isn't where he can see. ]
Up!
[ It's with a twitch of a frown, more confused than displeased, that Annie complies. Stiffly at first, and then while she crouches down, the kid reaches up, and she scoops him like she would pick up a sack of potatoes to haul off into the kitchen, balancing against her hip. His pail smacks her chest, and his foot kicks against her thigh as she stands, and then he's holding on with one tiny fist, dirty fingers curled into her coat. From where he now rests on Annie's side, he looks to Shiro, then points with the hand holding his pail. ]
Find Mama.
[ And he sniffles, then falls silent, trying his very best to hold himself together, like the big boy he's supposed to be.
At two.
(He's a brave little thing.)
Annie glances to Shiro, balancing the kid's weight, and bites back a sigh. ]
Looks like we're going to find Mama. Keep an eye out for anyone who looks like they're looking. It's pretty obvious, even in crowds like these.
[ They're the signs she looks out for in case she needs to avoid people. Never telegraph what it is you're going to do. ]