I've been waiting for this page to drop specifically because of that Ísja in the second panel... He's so dear to me.

Ísja says nothing as he starts walking out from under the bus stop's roof. He pulls his hood on while Num watches with a dumbfounded look on his face.
NUM: "What're you looking at?"
ÍSJA: "She looks friendly enough!"
NUM: "Her? Are you serious?"
ÍSJA: "Let's ask for directions to the Pocket!"
Num has a death grip on the scarf.
NUM: "NO."
ÍSJA: "It's on Saenare Street, right?"
Ísja begins walking away, much to Num's chagrin. He starts getting pulled along by Ísja with the scarf.
NUM (thinking): "NONONONONONONONONO"
NUM: "We can get there ourselves!"
Num delivers a final yank to the scarf in an attempt to stop Ísja, but it does nothing. Ísja's already almost on the other side of the street.
NUM: "ÍSJAAAAAAaaa"
ÍSJA: "'scuse me, miss!"
I've been waiting for this page to drop specifically because of that Ísja in the second panel... He's so dear to me.
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