Jan 2, 2017
"How's my Mom? I'm worried about her." And older, red-haired human came ou5 from the mists of his reality.
Beeves was used to this random breaches of reality, so didn’t seem to mind the unexpected visitor. However, just who this visitor was got more then just a welcoming glance.
“Ink?! Oh my god, it’s you!” She beamed with reckless abandon, sprinting over to her grandson to give him a big hug. “It’s been so long, I missed you.”
She hugged the red-haired man tight, but not so much that he couldn’t breath. “Your mother?” Beeves began, sensing the sensitive topic and released him from her grip. “Oh, well, last time I saw her you were explaining how you weren’t really dead...She’s not hurt if that’s what you’re worried about...”