[Ivan immediately flinches in surprises and bounces backwards, lightly landing on the balls of his feet.] Isaac?
[Ivan blinks owlishly, then leans forward, squinting at Isaac's face.] Since when did you get so old? And... [His brow creases in confusion.] And where did the beard come from?
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[Ivan blinks owlishly, then leans forward, squinting at Isaac's face.] Since when did you get so old? And... [His brow creases in confusion.] And where did the beard come from?
[Oh, Ivan. Still learning things like manners.]