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The moment the boys were out of the room the Austral man put his head in his hands and threaded the fingers through lengthening black hair and gripping it. His head swung back up and looked at Io and the child that was now apparently theirs to care for. A frown pulled his mouth down and his ear twitched before he turned, head still in hands to look at the infant. He acknowledged her curse word with a murmur of agreement and a short bob of his head, however looked up when she appeared to genuinely thank him for his idea, You're welcome
He didn't know what to say to her. What could he say to her? This was her own grandchild, nothing to do with him or his blood. However he did agree with her, the child needed a name so they could continue this charade of passing her off as another child of theirs, Si, I can suggest some names for you. Maria, Alucida, Jenayo, Estrella, Braitney. He listed off a couple of names from the top of his head, maybe she would like one of them, maybe not, he wasn't really bothered. The found himself becoming less and less bothered by what she thought.
Leon speaks, Leon does, Leon thinks.
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