By how the woman spoke, it would seem that she was a mother of young children. How young, however, was yet unknown. Still, his eyes would shine at the mention of children. He was sure that Gavroche and Amber would love it here as well, if they ever got to see this place. His son seemed to be more innocent and kindhearted, and though his daughter was a trickster she still showed signs of one who was definitely younger at heart than she really was.
He was at ease, seating himself as well. The place was definitely one of peace, and, some part of him, was certain that even Hajime would enjoy it. The thought made his own smile a bit brighter. One was never too old for such beautiful things, or even fairytales in his opinion. What was life without hope, and belief in things more beautiful than what went on?
?Maia... It is a pretty name. It suits you.? He would tip his head back, tone remaining kind, yet not overly sweet. He was sincere in his kind ways, and he hoped that this woman would see that. He had, more than once, worried than women might get the wrong idea from him being as he was. Though thus far he had not had that sort of trouble at all.
?Allen Walker, Miss Maia. It is a pleasure to meet you.? He would take note of the scent of a pack upon her coat, deciding to ask about it since it was not one he was familiar with. ?You and your children are members of a pack, correct? Which pack are you members of??
"Speech", 'Thought'
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