Never had a grandparent before...

There were definitely things moving around in the underbrush but Ichor wasn't concerned about adding to his collection right now, he'd need to find something to replace Frank eventually but he wasn't really driven to do so right now, more so he cared about making sure he got out alive. Or at the very least find a way to tell Viscera to tell the world he'd said goodbye. A dark joke and probably one his mother would not have appreciated considering one of his older siblings had passed still pretty recently. But hey, Ichor was still young enough that death felt too far away to really hurt him, he wasn't as impulsive as Ghoul or Mac but he was just as eager to jump into dumb ideas, just after thinking it through and deciding the fun sounded like worth the potential risk, so while his mind was on getting out right now it wasn't any more important to him than if something interesting came alone...

And something did. A voice rose up from a nearby bush and Ichor swung his head towards it, mismatched gaze peering at the shrubbery before a grin split his face. "Not really." He said cheerily, assuming he was being visited by a ghost, which was by technicality true, he'd heard rumors of ghosts becoming populous again. He'd been born during the long winter when ghosts had openly roamed the continents so he wasn't really all that worried. His life had started in a much less friendly season and he wasn't really unnerved by the current happenings. "Are you a Klein too?" He asked, aware that his family was sprawling, but having met few enough of his cousins.

"Ichor talks like this"