Nath grunted, that was good he supposed. He judged himself enough for both of them. Heading back towards the museum out of habit, he wondered, “Ok, ok, ok, hold on a second. Who’s dad?” he frowned, “And what did you mean about around the prison?”
That didn’t sound anything like his father. Lord Robert Scott would never have let nim hang out around the prison.
“OH. Right. Geez I must really be the weird one out. When I landed on earth… My pod ended up in the prison yard.” It was much easier to talk about than when he’d first gotten here. There were weirdos everywhere. Felt good to not be only one of two of the people he knew.
“I was raised in the prison for a while, until Dad could get it all approved to adopt me then took me home and then, well. Yeah. Hey, i’m Wayne Woodridge, nice to meetcha.” Wayne grins.
“You’re the Warden’s son?” Nath asked, dumbfounded, “Well I can see how you’d turn to police work then,” rubbing the back of his neck, Nath offered, “James Woodridge always seemed like a good man, I never fully understood what Mother had against him,” he shrugged, trying not too think too much about Sally Scott, “Guess you didn’t have a Megamind than?” his brow furrowed, trying to imagine what might have become of this little buddy.
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