Boartusk Heights one poor mother and one poor son, please

Diego lifted his head from snuggling in mama's plush fur to find a thin man staring; dark eyes watching from a curious face. Baby blues blinked and watched back.

Mama didn't seem to mind him, and Diego peeked at Emilio to watch for his reaction. Energy shifting to match the energy around him. Immature and incomplete judgments taking shape in his moldable mind.