[Ishigaki expression glows when he notices there's an actual reply to his awkward call for help, but when his eyes skim over the message, his thoughts stutter- and he reads it over again. And again. And again, before finally, it clicks.
There's a ripple of excitement- the most he's felt since he's arrived- but he doesn't reply just yet. Who is this? Hotaru-kun...? Their username doesn't give him a clue. He goes through the list of names- and, well, anyone from Kyoto could be as excited as this person was, given their circumstances.
Couldn't they just call him? How unhelpful. Nonetheless, Ishigaki is as equally stirred.]
text - un: ishiyan
There's a ripple of excitement- the most he's felt since he's arrived- but he doesn't reply just yet. Who is this? Hotaru-kun...? Their username doesn't give him a clue. He goes through the list of names- and, well, anyone from Kyoto could be as excited as this person was, given their circumstances.
Couldn't they just call him? How unhelpful. Nonetheless, Ishigaki is as equally stirred.]
You.... know me? This is great!!!
But... How? Who is this?