[ Confusion. Isaac doesn’t remember posing for that picture. It strikes a chord because he is /in/ the picture. A wave of sickness washes over him at the thought of lost control─at the thought that someone could have made him do that and he doesn’t even remember it. ] ─ [ text ] Who is this?
[ Isaac rolls over, groaning at the sound of a text notification when he was just about to attempt a nap after a particular draining activity that involved only him and his dearly beloved right hand. His head tilts at what he sees, he figures it's a mistake since, as the phone says, it's a new message to himself but it wasn't anything like a reminder or accidental butt/leg text that he did on occasion. Maybe someone was playing a joke and spoofing his own number to himself. Fine, he'd bite. ] -- [ text ] Is this a joke? Better question, who are you? That you, Stilinski?
