The lack of real sleep had always been a natural state for Issac. It, amongst other things, explained his personality far more than just being an eccentric carny. Rather than spend the few hours between the end of the shows and the beginning of the day sleeping in any manner, he had been practising. His mind still fractured from the Wild Hunt and the urgent need to have his talisman replaced, Issac had spent the latter half of Moscow trapped in a void made by Elia so he could manage some quiet for a while. He had felt like a child put in time out, even as his brain needed to heal.
The sudden invite to escape the creepy dolls and meet the male version of Finnerty had been an unexpected and delightful development. Originally he had planned to meet up with Trent, but no one really expected him to remember such things when something new and shiny crossed his path. Dressed in black and white striped shorts and a torn up black knit top, Issac had forgotten one shoe back in the Illusion tent but had not noticed until he stood in front of the door.
A lopsided grin on his face, he laughed when Eric opened the door prematurely. "Hi! Nah, it feels nice. Going from Moscow to Thailand is always a challenge of accumulation for us humans." He replied as he walked into the trailer and looked around. "Ooooh, that is a nice rug."