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Shifting his seat properly, the chair met a light thud before coming to notice Xavier sitting beside him, the brunette nodded his way. Was it more than a mere coincidence to see how the Oz Singers and the students had seated themselves into the classroom? It would only be assumed that it was natural instinct to sit with those whom you were most familiar with-- in DongSun's case, may it be alongside Dahlila and best friend Xavier; there would be no complaints done here. If there was anything to bluntly complain about, would it be the snotty, hissing attitudes of the students that continued to back sass the idols on mere moments of arrival. They had to be grateful that Mr. Oz had graced presence into their school, otherwise watch Tsubasa High go into wreckage. It was a sinister thought, DongSun knew this fair enough.. but it was how business worked.

"Ay, ay! Just call me Jaylon songsaengnim."

Gahh.. there went his slip of Korean tongue, again. DongSun made a mental note not to do it again, it was not in JayFlyy's reputation to speak in much to at all in foreign tongue unless necessary. On that note, he cleared this throat and corrected himself. "Uh.. yeah, Ms.Tsukiyomi.. just lettin' you know. But I can introduce myself; no need to sing though-- think we already know how JayFlyy can sing." JayFlyy stood, looking to the partially squealing, partially death glaring students and shared him his coy smirk. With that, he allowed himself to sit on his desk and nodded towards the students who were tolerable enough to not file out the class, just yet.

"Sup y'all, I'm Jaylon Choi, you know me best as the beast JayFlyy. I'm just excited as ya'll are about school, so let's bear with it yeah? Let's be friends, ain't much of a biter; promise." It was evident to see that a number of his classmates were already mentally insulting his accent, it was pretty common outside of America truth be told. But coming from the urban area, it would only be natural that he would pick up the accent-- could you blame him? Either way, if he decided to change how he talked it would not change people's view on him, so why do it? This was the image he was molded into, no change on it.

Turning to his friend Xavier, he leaned slightly to make it obvious he was talking to him. "We been through harder crowds then this. We hella got this, bro."