[ Said with such a heavy sigh and obvious, almost childlike unhappiness, that there really is no mistaking that this is not some kind of humble brag, but he really does, in fact, hate having been famous. ]
All of us were. The Umbrella Academy. Kid superheroes, saving the day. They made comic books and action figures and people would send us letters and try to take pictures of us through the windows and hang out outside our door...
[ He breaks a cracker with half of it still buried in the peanut butter and has to go digging around for it with his fingers. It is not exactly very dignified. But even as he's working on that he asks: ]
Did they have superheroes in your world? Or- people with powers at all?
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[ Said with such a heavy sigh and obvious, almost childlike unhappiness, that there really is no mistaking that this is not some kind of humble brag, but he really does, in fact, hate having been famous. ]
All of us were. The Umbrella Academy. Kid superheroes, saving the day. They made comic books and action figures and people would send us letters and try to take pictures of us through the windows and hang out outside our door...
[ He breaks a cracker with half of it still buried in the peanut butter and has to go digging around for it with his fingers. It is not exactly very dignified. But even as he's working on that he asks: ]
Did they have superheroes in your world? Or- people with powers at all?