[This was, more or less, every nightmare he and his parents had been having for years. For a moment he tried to come up with some kind of alternative explanation to the truth - could he pull off saying he hadn't been able to do that until he got here? - but ultimately he just swallowed, tried to keep from panicking and reminded himself that very few people knew enough about Balkan folklore to guess at the truth.

He carefully put his earring on again, glancing at the seagulls warily. Something was really off about everything here, including Midoriya's calm, easy acceptance of what just happened. Julian blinked at him, uncertain what to even do with such a nonplussed reaction.]

Uh, thanks. That's not normally the response I've gotten. My name's Julian. Julian Kinsella. Do you live around here?