[TOTALLY NOT LOST. A bit wet, maybe a little late, but he found the place!
He waves back when he spots them, hitching on a bright smile as he picks up the pace. In his short life, he's dealt with very few mothers. Hardly any. Even fewer who weren't grieving the loss of a dear loved one, the relative of some Akuma. Or prostitutes. Unless you count Mother, which he doesn't. And this is Cat's mother...
(Cat wasn't lying when she said her mother was beautiful.)
He approaches, round-eyed, with a small bow of his head (gentlemen do that, right?)]
Good afternoon, Miss Cat, um, [and to Morgana] ma'am.
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He waves back when he spots them, hitching on a bright smile as he picks up the pace. In his short life, he's dealt with very few mothers. Hardly any. Even fewer who weren't grieving the loss of a dear loved one, the relative of some Akuma. Or prostitutes. Unless you count Mother, which he doesn't. And this is Cat's mother...
(Cat wasn't lying when she said her mother was beautiful.)
He approaches, round-eyed, with a small bow of his head (gentlemen do that, right?)]
Good afternoon, Miss Cat, um, [and to Morgana] ma'am.