Re: quicklog: Cerise S/Cris M
[Cris opens his mouth to say something, his expression unhappy and blackburned, but the shrill little voice distracts him real fast. And his worry, though still evident, dissipates some—eases. 'Cause he has a part to play with a kid, huh?
He smiles, part or no, amused by that oversized scarf and the bundling pink, and he waves at Zoe.—It's only Cerise's mentiona the knives that draws shadows again. It ain't his place to deny her her things, but there's definitely hesitance in jerking muscles as he moves toward the door again.] Sure you shouldn't take 'em after?
[And to Zoe, an easy, doting grin,] Pancakes it is, chiquita.