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Delilah Cassidy (flawedbydesign) wrote in stringtheory,

Dean, because she simply refused to call him by Mark, lead the way into the café as Mommy trailed close after him. It was New York after all, there were freaks on every street corner who would die to get their hands on a little boy. Especially a cute one like Marcus Dean.

"Momma...I want one!" Green eyes widened as he pressed his nose against the glass with the pasteries behind it. Pointing specifically at a brownie that looked like it could eat Dean instead. Delilah shook her head for a moment, growing over and kneeling behind him.

"Nah...it looks like it could eat you kiddo." He glared over to his mom, narrowing those eyes of his and canting his head to the side. Too smart and too...just too anything for his own good.

"Brownies can't eat people, mom." The four years old corrected her, adopting an all too mature look on his face before Delly clicked her tongue and stood up.

"You're right, little man. How about we share that and one of the smoothies?" Nurses don't have a money tree in their backyards after all. Dean leaned against his mom's legs, giving a smile.

"Alright!" He grinned a bit before going to do his job, which was find a table for him and his mommy while she got the food. Hey, they're a well oiled machine. Green eyes focusing on the table next to the weird looking man, canting his head to the side as he goes to sit down. "Ya look bored."

Meanwhile? Delilah kept on looking over to her son, ordering their food quickly because...she just didn't trust her son alone. Grabbing everything and shouldering her purse as she heads out over to Dean who was kicking his legs a bit.