May 28
(There's a knock at the door. In front of it stands a huffy, irritated boy clutching a hardcover book as well as a set of watercolor paints. He sniffles, bit he isn't gonna cry. No, he isn't gonna cry, that's for wimps. As he waits for an answer, his free hand trembles just a tad.)
- @kick-start-kjrp
Osmé opens the door, leaning on her cane a little heavily today.
She's got her coily ginger hair mostly up, with the back tied in a messy puff. The white part in front is definitely unkempt today, too. Like she didn't quite have the effort to smooth it out fully. Instead, little strands of ginger are mixed with it.
"Hey.. come in, mi primito." Osmé doesn't comment on the sniffles or general upset radiating from him. She just shuffles aside.