@qrapplr said: " So...even if you're not related...you are like my great grandpa? I mean, it's a stupid thought - I'm trying to wrap my head around this. Like..." Baki taps on his temples for a moment; leaning down in his seat, " first off - how old are you?"
He studies the young man carefully. Hint of red in darker hair - may he only be a quarter, but some of the features of an ancient blood was distinct - similar how dogs could be told apart from wolves. Mehua, Santana, never hid the fact he had descendants among humans. Yet, even without holding that information, the strongest implication to Kars was the SCENT.
❝ — You must be Yujiro’s son, then. ❞ He simply responds, sitting down opposite to Baki as he was willing to continue the discussion. They were family, after all. The great grandfather, was a title he was willing to accept as a sign of their bond. ❝ — I raised your grandfather since he was a baby, blood or not, the bond is the same. ❞
To his question about the age, Kars closes his eyes with amused hum. Over hundred thousand years, amount of years humans had hard time to wrap their mind around, just like this young man.
❝ — We age different to humans... Just between us, you may call me a great grandfather. But around other humans... maybe uncle is less confusing, or, my actual name. Kars. So, how old do you think I am? ❞