With confusion dancing all around him, Issac stared at the golden-haired boy in front of him. The boy that looks too similar to someone he just met that day.
"Clause?" He asked, staring at the boy again. No, it can't be him.
A long, ugly scar ran down the right of the boy's face, past his eye and down to his lips that look like they had been split and then sewn together clumsily.
Other than the scar and the one white eye, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the young boy Issac met only twice now. Down to his golden hair.
Though this boy's hair is slightly longer than Clause's and also a lot messier.
While Clause is clean and well-groomed this boy looked like he needed a bath.
"Uh, no." The boy said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. A bright smile came on the boy's face again as he held his scar filled hands out to Issac. "I am Emery. Nice to meet you."
