Zeron decided he hated people such as the two beside him now, chattering away and driving him completely insane. If it wasn't for the amount of cigarettes he had already smoked, and the calming effect it always had on him, he probably would have turned and said something to them by now, along the lines of telling them to shut up and to stop being so cheery. Happy people just bothered him- they obviously did not deserve to be happy, no one did. Happiness was just something made up, for weak people. Something for them to believe in. Zeron knew better though, knew that it was only made up, that no one could ever truly be happy. That was why he was content with being the way he was, sort of depressed he supposed, living with hatred for everyone around him. Even his "friends". Zeron was simply someone who loved himself so much that he had no love left for the rest.
Zeron didn't have a problem with love or happiness, per say. He had nothing against it, he believed people could be in love, he supposed. But he didn't believe he would ever be in love, didn't believe he could ever truly feel anything more than contempt and maybe slight amusement towards another person. Though the people that were in love, or were happy, those people he regarded even more negatively than those that were not. It made little sense logically, but made all the sense in the world to Zeron.
It was after he crushed his cigarette under the heel of his boot that he realized it was his last one. Though he was still leaned back against the tree in a relaxed manor, he was tense now, eyes searching the people surrounding him for someone who looked like a smoker. And hopefully could speak English. His eyes rested on a blonde, obviously too old to be a student. "Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?" Asked Zeron after he had approached the teacher, in broken Japanese that obviously showed he didn't speak it very well.