I have the lowdest shout EVER [Mihael corrects, pushing himself up when he hears his name, and turns with awkwardly wide and intent eyes to stare at this stranger.

Little hands gripping the hem of his vest-now-turned-dress and tiny brows furrowed, he is sizing you up, L.]

.......do you have candy? [he finally asks. But the question is oddly pointed. Not exactly like he's asking for candy to be given, but instead interrogating L.]