—— ✿ … Ah! The big brother with the ragged coat she’s once talked to at the gallery.
Ib fidgets, keeping her hands behind her and eyes fixed to the floor. Maybe he doesn’t remember her? Ever since visiting the art gallery, mom has been endlessly reminding her not to bother her guests. She will try not to.
He smiles slightly as he recognizes the little girl, raising up a hand and slowly waving, taking a few more steps toward her “.. Uhm, hello.. You seem kind of familiar, have we..?” He trails off, motioning between them with his hands.