FallingGuy

Isaac initially flinches at the attention. His gaze flicks up and down along the man's attire, and he begins slowly grasping and ungrasping his walking stick. "No, I--you shouldn't be speaking to me. I don't have money. I hardly have anything to wear. You'll soil your reputation being seen speaking to a..." The little fellow sighs and drops his head. He then perks up a bit and pauses, briefly chewing on his lip. "I... I don't suppose you'd be offering some charity to such an unfortunate man?" Isaac began squinting at the gentleman, who might've seemed quite short for words as he looked more closely at the grotesque lad in front of him. Isaac sighed and shook his head. "No, no, of course you wouldn't give charity. Not to some bothersome cretin. But if you could point out any sort of teacher, that would be more than enough." And as soon as the gentleman had regained the wherewithal to answer Isaac's request, the stunty fellow shuffled off in that direction.