Declan had been glancing around at the different clubs. He was trying to figure out which ones to join. Which ones would suit him best? He loved sports, but would that conflict with another? There were too many choices for his liking, and his brows furrowed a bit. He was grumbling to himself, scratching the back of his head, and every now and then gnawing on his bottom lip. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Then, a voice broke through his thoughts. "Hey man, you need help with anything?".
It took a moment for these words to register, and Declan glances up at the boy who spoke to him. Declan’s eyes seemed to light up just the slightest as he gives a sort-of smile. He could be seen visibly relaxing, his hand lowering from his head and being shoved into a pocket. After clearing his throat, Declan replies, “I was just trying to figure out what clubs to join. Oh! And I’m not sure where my room is, either.” As he responds, his free hand moves about. Declan was notorious for talking with his hands.