"Hey, you mind if I," He snaps his fingers, an copy of Discord's outfit, except only pink, minus a golden and black apple on the back of the jacket. "Do this~?"
Discord blinked. “Uh, well,” he rubbed his chin, smiling a little, trying to seem as unentertained as possible, “Hmn. ’S alright.”
"Well, that's no fun! I mean, who am I supposed to hangout with then?" His eyes scan Discord's clothing. "Ooh, nice look by the way..."
“Oh what a pity,” he muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes before blinking and looking down at his attire, smiling, “Why thank you!~ I like it a lot, too. Heh heh.”
"Well, that sounds awfully boring! You should fix that. That way I'd have someone else to hang around with." He said casually, still munching on his sweets, arm still outstretched, offering Discord red stringy candy.
He pursed his lips and took the offered treat, taking a bite a little resentfully. “Well I don’t plan on having children any time soon.”
"Yeah, heh. I'm, uh, sensing things got awwwwkwaaaard." He lets out an uneasy chuckle, mirroring Discord's head scratch perfectly without realizing it. "So, who're you with, if anyone, if not an alternate mom? Celestia? Fluttershy? A female version of yourself? A flying spaghetti monster? No one? None of the above?" He pulls a few pieces of licorice from his hair, chewing on some, and offering the rest to Discord.
“I- er,” he blinked. Well he would like to consider him and Celest… but at the same time that was more of.. wishful thinking, he supposed, Not that he’d ever vocalize that. “I’m not,” he answered with a slight pout, “With anyone, I mean. Hrm.”
He waves his hand dismissively, while conjuring up a large plastic mug of strawberry, and chocolate milk, promptly slurping the mug down, and munching enthusiastically on it's contents. "Long story, ancient history, well for me. It apparently involves creatures with powers beyond his, a shadow creature, and self sacrifice. Though, that might have been a movie I watched lately, not sure. Anyways, yeah. Hi alternate pops."
“Alternate pops. Right.”
He still didn’t like the idea of it at all, frankly speaking. A child. With Pinkie Pie of all people. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and simply stared at him for a moment. “Yeeah, you’re definitely Pinkie’s son, heh,” he rose an arm and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
He casually floats upside down, blinking. "Wait, you mean, you didn't figure it out? Really? I mean, I thought the pink cloud, red pupils, yellow sclera, and the Chaos Magic?" He reaches through the ask box, into his blog, pulling out one of the pictures from it. "See? Your mod even kind of drew us alike. Kind of." He tosses the drawing back through when he realizes he broke the fourth wall. "Promised myself I'd stop doing that." He brushes his hand on his shorts.
Rather taken aback, a rare occurrence for the spirit, he still couldn’t wrap his head around the concept of him ever having children. Ever. He recalled a time when he may have considered a family, but now? Ohh, nonono. What could have possibly compelled his alternate to procreate?! So distracted by his contemplations, he hardly took high notice to the wall-smashing shenanigans the child was up to, rather blurting a more blunt question. “Who the hell is your mother? Wait-” his hair, that laugh, his apparently compelling need to talk.. His eyes went wide. “Ohh no. No. Nooo,” he shook his head, “No. Pinkie? Really? I- just- what!”
"Well, he is an alternate version of you, so it's not that much of a stretch." He says, admiring the car. "I bet I could change it back if that happened. If not, gelatin is great. I bet no one could say they've driven gelatin."
He blinked. “Your father is an alternate version of me,” a pause, squinting at the kid, “Y.. what?”
His eyes widen at the sight of the car, his hands reaching for it in a grabby fashion. He spoke rather absentmindedly, while he explained. "No, no, that that far. Technically speaking, I don't think I'm even from the future. Y'know, with some dimensions being, 'temporally out of sync', or something. You're just like my dad, you know that? Can I keep this car? It'd be great going through the Can I keep this car? It'd be great going through the Cosmic Interstate."
This boy could really talk. The continuous stream of words was nearly recognizable. “Well your dad must be pretty great if I remind you of him,” the spirit scoffed with a grin, “And sure. Go ahead, keep it. But it’s not my fault if it spontaneously turns to gelatin.”
His grins brightens increasingly, it was always nice when they knew about the multiverse; saved him a universe, pun intended, of course, of explanation. He nodded vigorously. "That's right! And from the future too." He said, moving his arms a bit for an added, albeit, unneeded, visual explanation.
“The future. Really,” he grinned. With the multiverse, there really wasn’t a sense of time. This boy was from the fututre, but the future of what? It had to be compared to something, “So.. what? Flying cars and magic spaceships?” he added his own flair by conjuring a sci-fi-looking aformentioned car and ship behind himself in full view of the kid.
"Ooh! The easy question! Chaz. My name is Chaz. Ooh, boy, now the harder questions are bound to come up." He said, as he instead of having to pull himself free of the mess the rest of his body was in, it, pulled off of him. The cloud pulled itself apart in several directions, reforming under him, as he sat cross-legged in midair, plopping down onto the cloud once it was complete.
He smiled at that, skeptical mood replaced with a more whimsical one. Strange - the boy seemed to remind him of himself. “That’s a weird name, Chaz,” he snickered, rocking forward on his toes, “How’d you get here? Are you from the multiverse?”
