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Isaac hummed softly as he followed Natsume down the hallway where the beings dwelled about. He continued filming, on the way subconsciously gaining attention from some others. Drifting up in mid-air while he shifted the focus to the red panda, Isaac started, "I'm curious, why do you call Natsume...

Sorry for being inactive, I wasn't doing so well earlier this month due to some personal issues. Nothing big though, just academic-related. If it's alright, I would still be interested to join with the same character if this were to reopen.

Kinda asleep.

*gasps* it's Sans

YAAAAAAAAASSSSS

YAAAAS

Isaac was levitating in midair with his feet a few centimeters above the floor and uttered thanks as he flew through the door his roommate opened. He turned back to face Natsume by the door as he floated a little more upwards, almost making a bird's eye view with the camcorder, "Where to?" he...

Her reaction made Isaac blink when he realised how she unexpectedly did not recoil, get provoked or draw back in a petulant manner. Having a friend or two back at home responding in a similar manner to Natsume's, he thought that perhaps his new roommate might not be difficult to get along with...

"Sweet," Isaac beamed after he skimmed through the contents of the paper Natsume held out to him. He shuffled over to his desk to grab his A6 notebook sitting by Bo's temporary fishbowl, holding the caramel-coloured book and lightly tapping it's fabric spine onto the glass. He warily stashed the...

With the same deadpan expression he held, Isaac nonchalantly shrugged and answered, "Who knows," At the back of his head, he would vaguely reminisce a certain tall figure with their sweatered back facing him, and the familiar smell of an omelette dish mixed with the faint scent of orange juice...

After noticing the brunette wiping her eyes with her head down, Isaac went silent for a moment and looked elsewhere, "Hey, what's it like having a dad?" he asked Natsume, turning his head to face the only window in the room. With an impassive stare, he seemed to be drifting into his own thoughts...

Isaac glanced up at her then shifted his grey gaze back down on the paintings. He lightly pushed up his glasses by the bridge with his index finger, a knowing lopsided smile on his face before he spoke, "Could it be that your dad taught you?" @SkyDust101

A small grin played on his lips as he jumped, more like drifted, down from the bunkbed and landed on the floor effortlessly by Natsume's desk. With hands in his denim pockets, he silently took his time to take it all in, the quality and various colors of each painting. "Is this what Miki meant...

Nice, wish I could paint too, he commented mentally while eyeing the last piece of canvas Natsume has turned over. Well, he might have been able to bear such a hobby, yet he would rather observe instead of studying about them and have most of his time consumed. Still, he does sketch sometimes...

His eye lit up as Natsume brought the said paintings out. Obviously he could only see the frames since she placed them on her desk with them turned over, "Hmm, canvas... What kinda medium do you use?" asked Isaac while his sneakered feet silently lifted up from the carpeted floor. The teen...