#isaac muse

[forgotten-vows]

Tug, tug. Sniff, sniff. "V... Vih... Uuh..." (( guess whooo ))

“Isaac!” Victor crouches down immediately, smiling. “Hello there -- it’s been a while! How are you?”

[forgotten-vows]

"..?" Victor should feel a little tug on his sleeve, and when he turns to inspect the reason why, a young boy with a backpack and a stuffed cat will be there, trembling and weak and very scared, but clearly looking for help. "..." Even if he apparently refuses to ask for it.

"Hmm?" Victor turns around, expecting to see Alia, and starts when he comes across an unfamiliar face. A very sad, worried, frightened unfamiliar face. "Oh -- hello there," Victor greets him in his gentlest voice, crouching down so that he doesn't look so tall and intimidating. "What's your name?"