[ Most definitely not like Robert Fischer in either upkeep or composure. Isaac's in a faded hoodie and ratty jeans, hair not nearly as neat as Fischer would keep it, hardly even looking like a brush touched it since he was hauled out of the water. And he holds himself with hands stuffed in pockets, shoulders bent inward as if very uncomfortable in the crowd.
For a moment, Isaac just blinks at the stranger, even glances from side to side, as if trying to make sure it's actually him that's being spoken to. It's weird, having people just approach you on the street. For all two and a half decades of his life, he's known everyone around him, no strangers, no surprises. He's still trying to adjust to living in greater society.
With an awkward kind of twitch to his lips, he clears his throat, blinking back. ]
Right, I'm getting that. No wifi on the giant sea turtle. [ He pauses for a moment, tugging a highly futuristic looking cellphone out of a pocket and pressing a few buttons, muttering. ] No reception either...
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For a moment, Isaac just blinks at the stranger, even glances from side to side, as if trying to make sure it's actually him that's being spoken to. It's weird, having people just approach you on the street. For all two and a half decades of his life, he's known everyone around him, no strangers, no surprises. He's still trying to adjust to living in greater society.
With an awkward kind of twitch to his lips, he clears his throat, blinking back. ]
Right, I'm getting that. No wifi on the giant sea turtle. [ He pauses for a moment, tugging a highly futuristic looking cellphone out of a pocket and pressing a few buttons, muttering. ] No reception either...