Vongola XXV -- Dictated/Action

[not_mafia]

[There's a tiny, whimpering voice coming over the journal.]

Ino? Allen? Nonno? [A sniff.] Inoooo. Alleeen. N-n-n... N-nonno-o...

[Hello, Paradisa. In your lobby, there is one (1) small child with unruly brown hair wandering about the lobby, sniffing and glossy-eyed and looking like he might burst into tears at any moment. His little fists are clutched to his chest and he's quickly retreating to a corner of the room, looking around anxiously and rubbing at his eye.

What do?]

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Let me know if this is too late

[sugarwaffo]

[The lobby happens to be a common haunt for a certain snow fairy. When she notices the crying child though, she floats over in concern.]

What's the matter?