[For perhaps a half second Kubo looked dismayed, but if anyone had adjusted by this point to dealing with memory discrepancies, it was this boy.]
Oh. Uh, my name is Kubo.
[He put his dismay away to give her a friendly smile, considering what would be best to tell her.]
If you don't remember me, I don't know if you'll remember the Legion of Superheroes at all, but . . . we both came there from different worlds. You were there with your brother for a while before me, and when I arrived, you showed me around. I told you I was a storyteller, and you showed me where to perform for everyone. And you told me what ice cream was. I was glad you did.
[Ice cream was great and all but what he'd REALLY been happy about was that Mabel had been easy to talk to, even when the things they had to talk about drifted into unhappy territory. Mabel had stories from her life and her world that were strange and horrible to tell, just like Kubo did, but she told them with a focus on being done with them, of focusing on the happy parts of her life, and so the dark parts of Kubo's own tale hadn't slowed her down either. He'd never been able to talk to any of the kids from his own village so easily, with so much understanding.]
Maybe now I can return the favor, and show you around. I wish it didn't have to be during a shipwreck, though.
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Oh. Uh, my name is Kubo.
[He put his dismay away to give her a friendly smile, considering what would be best to tell her.]
If you don't remember me, I don't know if you'll remember the Legion of Superheroes at all, but . . . we both came there from different worlds. You were there with your brother for a while before me, and when I arrived, you showed me around. I told you I was a storyteller, and you showed me where to perform for everyone. And you told me what ice cream was. I was glad you did.
[Ice cream was great and all but what he'd REALLY been happy about was that Mabel had been easy to talk to, even when the things they had to talk about drifted into unhappy territory. Mabel had stories from her life and her world that were strange and horrible to tell, just like Kubo did, but she told them with a focus on being done with them, of focusing on the happy parts of her life, and so the dark parts of Kubo's own tale hadn't slowed her down either. He'd never been able to talk to any of the kids from his own village so easily, with so much understanding.]
Maybe now I can return the favor, and show you around. I wish it didn't have to be during a shipwreck, though.