Grantaire walked around the corner, lost in thought about how to finish the street scene he was painting, and almost ran straight into the boy. The first thing he saw was the sword, so he jumped back. "Oh, sorry -" He blinked.
"Oh." He tilted his head, looking closely. "Mike, is that you? Or Tripp?" He tilted his head, taking in the clothes. "Link, perhaps?" It seemed unlikely, but he could be in costume...