It is cool, being all lonesome, sort of. Vanellope has been pushed to side her whole life, and as sad as it might sound; she got used to it. This isn’t any different, just diverse circumstances. Woah, a volunteer to take care of her ? We’ll see how much it’ll take ‘till Vanellope drives him crazy!
❝ Yup. ❞ ❝ Why not —- ? ❞ ❝ I’ll go with ya’, hobo. ❞ ❝ You’re kinda suspicious. ❞ ❝ I can σνєяℓσσк that, though. ❞ ❝ So, are you alone ? ❞ ❝ I have to take Mr. Plushie, though ! ❞ ❝ He’s cool, you’re gonna like him ! ❞
The last thing the former sheriff wanted was for the young girl to be afraid of him, to not want to trust him. He couldn’t help but smile slightly, all the talking was something he had not expected. He’d expected her to run in the opposite direction, to hide away.
Instead, she put her trust into him, she seemed to want something better than what she had and he could give her that. He could give her a h o m e.
❝ Mr. Plushie? ❞ That’s where he started, he still remembered having Carl being so young, listening to all the nonsense he had to say and talking along with him. ❝ He does sound cool. Where is he? ❞