“Oh, uh. Hey, you got any clue how ‘ta get back to a universe-? I might be lost.”
The man standing by her was Eirian, but..younger, and apparently didn’t know her. He was dressed in a shirt that was certainly Gambit’s, jeans, and boots, certainly not mission gear, with no crutches for some reason, and absolutely no grey hairs, he also has faint lipstick marks on him.
It’s like..a young Eirian, and probably an Eirian that’s less responsible, clearly.
- @ever-blooming-darkness
Zoë looked Eirian up and down. Good lord. He took her father’s wardrobe and ran with it. Her eyebrows kitted together, strands of white falling into her eyes.
“Um, I ain’t versed in de whole universe hoppin’ t’ing. Imma wish ya good luck t’ough.”















