[Victor's right where he said he would be, still fiddling a little with the chalkboard. He is indeed tall and pale, with big eyes, long hands, and little feet. A grey-blue sketchbook rests on the seat next to him -- his most prized possession, which fortunately came with him on his unexpected journey.
[Action]
He looks up at the sound of footsteps.]
Oh, hello -- Mirai?
[His accent betrays him as English.]