If Hitsugaya had known Grimmer's smile was brought on by thoughts of superheroes and comicbooks, he likely would have been apalled. Those were some of the last things he'd ever want to be compared to. It was such a childish notion, a damn superhero coming to save the day. Not to mention that the mental image of certain shinigami he knew in a cape and tights was enough to make him want to puke. (Anyone but Yamamoto-soutaichou. PLEASE.)
Mention of Germany and the Berlin Wall, however, was a much more manageable topic for Hitsugaya. If this man's timeline was nine years after it fell, then they were no more than six or seven years apart in time. Not to mention from, if not the same world, then worlds with very similar histories.
He nodded his acknowledgment, to show he knew what Grimmer was talking about, before giving his answer, "Captain Toushirou Hitsugaya." He purposely spoke the name in Western order and his title in English to avoid any confusion as to which was his given name and which was his surname. He hoped the formality he used would press the other two to refer to him by his surname. Really, he didn't mind if they left out the title at this point. It was just that the one, single silver lining this place had to offer was that no one had yet called him "Shirou-chan." So long as that continued, he could deal with any number of exclamations that he was too young or he was lying, that he was playing around, or any combination thereof. He wouldn't like it, at all, but he could deal with it.
He'd wait for the other two, make sure they could make it back to the apartment building. Or, well, the man anyway. Vera seemed more than capable herself. He wasn't sure about Grimmer. From what he's said, he sounded like more of a journalist than anything else.
I had a nice reply. It got eated. Have this instead.
Mention of Germany and the Berlin Wall, however, was a much more manageable topic for Hitsugaya. If this man's timeline was nine years after it fell, then they were no more than six or seven years apart in time. Not to mention from, if not the same world, then worlds with very similar histories.
He nodded his acknowledgment, to show he knew what Grimmer was talking about, before giving his answer, "Captain Toushirou Hitsugaya." He purposely spoke the name in Western order and his title in English to avoid any confusion as to which was his given name and which was his surname. He hoped the formality he used would press the other two to refer to him by his surname. Really, he didn't mind if they left out the title at this point. It was just that the one, single silver lining this place had to offer was that no one had yet called him "Shirou-chan." So long as that continued, he could deal with any number of exclamations that he was too young or he was lying, that he was playing around, or any combination thereof. He wouldn't like it, at all, but he could deal with it.
He'd wait for the other two, make sure they could make it back to the apartment building. Or, well, the man anyway. Vera seemed more than capable herself. He wasn't sure about Grimmer. From what he's said, he sounded like more of a journalist than anything else.