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"Desire is a rather appropriate name." He would think to himself after she shared her name. Rather than speaking that aloud, he would simply largen his smile by a smidgen and return, "Well, that is quite a name. It's nice to meet you, Dess. It seems that a lot of students here have unique names." Mihael would take to the slop rather easily, though he was absolutely disgusted by the texture of the meal. It felt absolutely disgusting going down. With a laugh, he shrugs at the food. "Just like good ol' high school." He sticks his plastic fork into the slop, which seems to stand up fine in the food. That in itself sickened him. He felt above this. Like he deserved banquets in his honor rather than slop in a prison-school. At least having some decent-looking company made it tolerable.

Mihael would rest his head in his hand and look straight into her eyes, that same piercing gaze he had given Rayne earlier. As if he was looking through her. "I'm rather interested in learning a bit about you. Where you're from, maybe? What you like to do in your spare time. Maybe some favorite musicians, small talk, really.." Though after he stopped speaking, he stopped looking through her and looked directly at her. Right into her strange eyes. "But most of all, I'm fascinated by the people here. What they are capable of... I'd love to know why you're here. In this... place. I've met a girl who can control the weather. How peculiar is that, hm?" His gaze lowered from her as he smiled softly, lifting up his fork and waving it, eventually resting to point at nowhere in particular until his eyes returned to hers. "This place is really quite fascinating. You'll learn more as you stay, I'm sure..."