seerspectacles :
indrid’s smile softened a bit at the sheer dedication that he must have focused on the subject to already have a career plan. it was simultaneously alarming and endearing; indrid wasn’t quite sure which. “ well, i hope you’ll be kind to the cryptids, at any rate once you become a successful researcher. ”
he eyed the pen and paper a bit warily from behind his glasses, tilting his head a bit. it was an honest question, seemingly asked without malice or ill intent. “ hmm. i…suppose there isn’t that much harm, considering that we are likely from different worlds, and…well, there’s certainly much more peculiar things at work here. ” he’d met a titan of a man in his first week - a ‘cryptid’ or two were hardly as surprising in comparison.
“ for starters, i’ve never met the loch ness monster myself but i have met those that i’d call similar who could be likely candidates if they live in scotland. as for ‘bigfoot’ - he’s an honest sort. you don’t see him around very much these days because he isn’t as brazen or rebellious as he was then. ” there were no specifics or identifying information given - which indrid thought was fair. “ he doesn’t appreciate the renewed attention ever since that video from the sixties. the sixties weren’t a good time for us, everyone was too trigger-happy with their cameras. ” it was around the same time that photo of him in point pleasant started making the rounds.
“ the majority are happy to just live out our lives in a way that would likely seem rather mundane to you, honestly. ”
“ that’s the plan, anyways. my sister wouldn’t really allow for anything else if our current streak back home is any indication. ” ----- it wasn’t affronted, no, he spoke fondly of mabel and the strange way that she handled the paranormal; it was an oddly-placed affection that she had in the face of danger. even at her mention, he frowned and quickly rushed past it. linger too long and he would miss her too much.
“ i’m sure there are way, WAY weirder things, all of which i’m trying to at least encounter when i still have the opportunity to here. ” ----- perhaps a bit too thrill-seeking in his own rite, it has come as a product of a growing sense of confidence in the little that he had dug into and was confirmed true. grunkle stan mocked his almost obsessive drive, but he would argue to the end that it was all in curiosity. “ i mean, that makes sense. gnomes and unicorns do some pretty normal things. well, maybe not gnomes, those guys are definitely odd on their own. ” ----- there was a pause, teeth rolling over the metal strip around the eraser of his pencil before thumping it twice against his chin.
“ are the photographers so nosy that they shove their way into your lives too? ” ----- he wasn’t one to talk, he knew. preparedness had led him to shelling out an embarrassing amount of money into disposable cameras.
