Isidor Briar Durant (
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A multiversal plane is not an every day occurrence. Aliens, zombies, sentient robots... they're not a familiar sight either. Despite all of this, Isidor Briar Durant strides into this unfamiliar territory chin up, tailored suit, heels clicking against the ground, as if she owns the place. Viatorus follows nervously behind her, offering her answers whenever the smallest spark of confusion appears in her eyes as she scans area. She takes her time about putting names and terms to the things around her. It is important. She needs to be more than just informed about the Nexus, she needs to be familiar with it.
And then, when she decides she's ready, her intense examination changes with a blink. Isidor clasps her hands together and smiles, becoming the picture of a friendly stranger. "Hello. This is an exciting place, isn't it? Full of interesting people, I'm certain. I'd very much like to get to know you. Your name, a little bit about you and where you come from, maybe."
And then, when she decides she's ready, her intense examination changes with a blink. Isidor clasps her hands together and smiles, becoming the picture of a friendly stranger. "Hello. This is an exciting place, isn't it? Full of interesting people, I'm certain. I'd very much like to get to know you. Your name, a little bit about you and where you come from, maybe."
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"I wouldn't know," she admits after a quiet moment of thought. She could admit why, but having to say out loud that neither of her parents actually like her is kind of pathetic. "Mom never bothered much with Christmas after that time when I was four and she took me to see the 'Santa Claus' at the mall. I was me, he wasn't Santa, I don't know what she expected would happen." That, at least, can be an amusing story. "So we'll have to make our own Jül hugging traditions."
It's like his grandparents' probable view of their friendship!
With hair like hers, how could she be anything else?
The smile is answered with a smile, hers a little wider. His smiles do make her so happy. "I make excellent cinnamon rolls. Do you want me to get up early and hide presents under the tree for you? Well, not too early, you've probably got some fancy family party for that, too, huh?"
The fancy braids help. A little.
Another small smile, this time apologetic. "I do. Sorry. But that should be in the evening. I'll probably have all morning and afternoon free..." His gaze slips away as he starts imagining it. "I could come around early and we could exchange presents and have cakes and then we could find the snowiest place in the Nexus and make snowmen."
Only until she rocks up with a Dutch braid faux hawk.
Yeah that might be pushing it.
Then he takes a step back, fingers coming together to pull at each other absently. "I'll talk to you soon. And congratulations. For finding Loki." He bobs his head in another nod, waves and skitters off happily.