His features soften, his frame slowly moving to sit up. A small, genuine smile forming across his face.
“I’m certainly glad they did—, it seems your universes version of my grandpa was just as kind and considerate as mine.”
The male’s smile slowly widens, growing —
++; he never really was, though, but two kids and their grandfather saw what was happening; their grandpa, his name is Max, the two kids were named Ben and Gwen; after my uncle left, Max asked me if I wanted to come along on their roadtrip for the summer, so I agreed ! "
A curt nod is given, a small smile forming.
“Yes, though she hasn’t gone by that name in quite some time. So you shouldn’t worry.”
His voice has grown softer at her apparent trauma related to that name.
" See , I'm from an alternate universe . . . "
( A sigh . )
" Do you know who ... "
( Hope tensed up , she didn't want to say /that/ name , so she grabbed out her sketchbook and wrote down the words 'Charmcaster' . )
" Do you know her ? "
When the multiverse is wide and hectic; stumbling through it was pretty often the only way to go, though having made his way to Amity Park? He’d wind up stumbling across a few things he didn’t expect to, namely @UndergrowthGoth and the sudden appearance of a ghost?