ISAR
Arm yourself
Huh. Isar really wasn't used to receiving things without a catch. Looking down at the table - his table - he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was some kind of catch to this. Some as of yet unexplained clause, fine print that would turn these strange but innocuous gifts into the very thing that trapped him in some bargain.
Shaking off the unease of being subjected to the gaze of that being, this Vox, he eventually shrugged and picked up the table, only to set it down again a bit more outside of the crowd. Then, because it was his table and he could do exactly what he wanted with it, he seated himself on top of it, looking as smugly pleased with himself as a dog with a bone. Maybe this Family wasn't all that bad. Granted, it was a bit inconvenient that half the food couldn't be eaten these days, but such was life. Compared to his former life... there was still abundance to be found.
Isar moves his table a ways off and sits atop it, contemplating life.
Shaking off the unease of being subjected to the gaze of that being, this Vox, he eventually shrugged and picked up the table, only to set it down again a bit more outside of the crowd. Then, because it was his table and he could do exactly what he wanted with it, he seated himself on top of it, looking as smugly pleased with himself as a dog with a bone. Maybe this Family wasn't all that bad. Granted, it was a bit inconvenient that half the food couldn't be eaten these days, but such was life. Compared to his former life... there was still abundance to be found.
Isar moves his table a ways off and sits atop it, contemplating life.
Because no one else here will save you
