Gokudera nods his head, following along and raising his eyebrows. He’d love to read some of this man’s writing, sounds like a super interesting subject! Personality tests too? That’s fun. The teen looks softly amused, then blinks and turns a bit sheepish.

“No I don’t think so…”

Stupid fucking time travel.

“Future. I was from some time in… two thousand… nine… teen?” He doesn’t really want to explain.

“There’s another person from the Kingdom of Science in this dream world. Has white hair that’s green at the tips? Like a daikon radish?” Gokudera puts his hands but the sides of his head and pushes up, jostling his crowns.