[Isaac nods faintly, wearily, and lets his eyes slide shut, hugging his journal to his chest for warmth and leaning against the trunk of a tree. His impatience for Tsuzuki's appearance is no act, of course - he'd love to be much indoors and much warmer. But, as always, he finds that it pays to bide one's time.
Whenever he happens to hear crisp grass crunching underfoot, he lifts his head expectantly - - and behold! Eventually he catches sight of a man in a trench-coat, and adopts an expression of hopeful uncertainty as he draws near. In a way, Isaac may seem like a child lost on a busy street, searching desperately for someone whom to trust for help.]
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Whenever he happens to hear crisp grass crunching underfoot, he lifts his head expectantly - - and behold! Eventually he catches sight of a man in a trench-coat, and adopts an expression of hopeful uncertainty as he draws near. In a way, Isaac may seem like a child lost on a busy street, searching desperately for someone whom to trust for help.]
Are you... Tsuzuki?