[Wayne pauses long enough to let him grab something to snack, the dry cereal getting a thumbs-up. He often did the same thing when he came back by home and didn't want to get anything in particular.]
I think you're good, bro.
[He hasn't met anyone so far that Old Wayne hasn't approved of at least somewhat, and he can't imagine that someone as chill as Pratt would be any different. He holds the door open at the end of the hall, leading up the path toward the outcrop where a massive umbrella has been set up, and a comfortable mat, atop which rests an absolutely massive creature that only bears the vaguest resemblance to Wayne himself. His description hadn't done the figure justice as it moves ponderously, a dozen dark eyes turning down to look at the pair of them. One immense, gloved hand supports the weight of Old Wayne as he leans down to bring himself a little closer to their height.]
Yo.
[To which Old Wayne replies "What's up?" in a deeper, more sonorous version of the smaller Wayne's voice.]
Checking in, seeing where we need some help. New guy here's pretty cool.
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I think you're good, bro.
[He hasn't met anyone so far that Old Wayne hasn't approved of at least somewhat, and he can't imagine that someone as chill as Pratt would be any different. He holds the door open at the end of the hall, leading up the path toward the outcrop where a massive umbrella has been set up, and a comfortable mat, atop which rests an absolutely massive creature that only bears the vaguest resemblance to Wayne himself. His description hadn't done the figure justice as it moves ponderously, a dozen dark eyes turning down to look at the pair of them. One immense, gloved hand supports the weight of Old Wayne as he leans down to bring himself a little closer to their height.]
Yo.
[To which Old Wayne replies "What's up?" in a deeper, more sonorous version of the smaller Wayne's voice.]
Checking in, seeing where we need some help. New guy here's pretty cool.