Noctisardor Bypass proverbs 22:6

gideon is still welcome! <3

out comes the boy who looked most like heda, plodding along with a rather grumpy, uncertain manner about him. this one was ezra, if amadeo remembered correctly; the one who was — normal, except for the fact that he seems to have picked up anselm's beer-battered accent.
amadeo smiles curtly down at the boy, gesturing with a raised forelimb to the fresh meat. i just wanted to say hello, he purrs. and i brought you lunch, if you'd like. take as much as you want. i've already eaten.
he peels his gaze away as if to give ezra some semblance of space; he was here to earn the trust of his future stepsons, not force them into calling him father. there was no success in that unless he wished for them to turn away from him the moment they hit nine months of age.
he idly watches a pair of songbirds mingling in the brush as he asks, so, how have you been? do you like being at the rendezvous?