Northstar Vale love is terror

she is a ray of sunshine, full of bubbly energy that hakon cannot quite seem to muster — though he does not yet know how exactly to communicate it, or what to do with it. serious and sullen appears to be his demeanor as of the moment. frustrated that he does not quite understand the trials and tribulations his mother ( and by proxy himself and his siblings ) have been needlessly put thru.

sing?

no. he answers, again favoring a one word answer. his vocabulary is not as advanced as hers and though he does not yet know what to name then fluttering feeling prickling at him, more experience would tell him it was embarrassment. wassat? he asks then, clarifying a beat later with. sing?