panickypeachboy:
Momo blinked again, taking in the words that the mysterious lady was saying…and these words were easier to taken in than what Nana and Mister Iggles say.
Momo recounted some information in his head.
Nana says babysitter…
Babysitter…wants to be ‘auntie’…makes her happy.
Name…Ka…shi…wa…ba…ha…zu…
Kawa fits. She’s kinda blue green and flow-y like a river.
“…’kay ‘kay, A-Auntie Kawa.”
With less hesitance, the child finished his journey to the dining table and took a seat. Momo may be a liiittle too small to look over the table from a chair, but Momo’s position should be sufficient for eating or relaxing.
Momo still looked a little uneasy around the new lady, but Momo seemed a lot more relaxed compared to a few moments ago.
Auntie... Kawa... well, goodness, if that wasn’t one of the cutest things she’d been told in her entire life. Once she saw her own nephews and nieces again, she’d insist on them calling her that, too.
And the way this little one hopped up on the chair... what a well-mannered child! Nervous, maybe, but obedient. If only Ennea was like that at his age.
“Right, right....” Since he seemed so ready to eat, why not give him some food? One more minute in the microwave, and the omurice was piping hot again, ready to be served in front of him.
“Dig in! It’s all for you. Auntie Kawa can’t go too much- rice goes straight to her figure!”
And with a giggle, she took her own seat at the table, resting her elbows against the mahogany.
