 25. Describe what your character's hands are doing. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
He would deal with a Lauren and Kimothy later. There were other things Mo had to process. Quite a lot of things. Maybe if he could just sit down for a moment to make sense out of all this no matter how headache-inducing this was
He recognized the German too, though he understood nothing. Mo was busy looking at the woman—Usharani Iyer or Amrita Sandhu or Merlin's beard, perhaps another scam he shouldn't be surprised of—and then at the child. Back to the woman again, and then back at the child.
Under normal circumstances, he would have found children cute. Not that the child wasn't cute. She was. A cute three-year-old. Just. You know.
He looked back down at the letters in his hands, the third one on top as his brown eyes skimmed its contents. His hands were possibly (definitely) sweating and his left pointer finger was tapping against the bottom envelope as he reread the letter. Baby. Child. Three years ago. His head was feeling light.
"I honestly don't know how I should address you, but yes please." Mo didn't care that he had just been offered tea by a stranger. But she wasn't a total stranger at all. The woman looked like Usharani Iyer, who probably wasn't Usharani Iyer, but a few things were falling into place and he still needed the answers he came here to look for from Usharani Iyer. Or Amrita Sandhu. Literally anyone who could brief him about what was happening. Mo quite awkwardly let himself into the woman's house.
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