Snippet #2603569

August 1st, 2015
I don't even know which Greek Islet we're on anymore, but whatever, I'll still say it's Petalida because laziness.

Slouched in his chair and wearing incredibly dull shades of white, gray, black, and brown, Nathan realized every part of his appearance probably clashed horribly with his surroundings. But, well, that wasn't exactly something that could be helped anymore, was it?

Without looking at anyone else, he reached for another dish. That was the scary part, honestly--whenever he looked into other peoples' eyes, it always felt like they had bad intentions. At best, it seemed they wanted him to stop talking about them; at worst, they looked like they wanted to murder him. And that was only one feeling he got from talking with other people...

Abruptly, someone sitting to his left spoke up in a British accent, trying to strike up conversation with him. Oh, no. Nathan's body immediately froze up, still with food snagged on a fork and hovering a few inches from his plate. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, what do I say to her, what do I say to her, what do I say to her...dammit, Nathan, think of something, think of something, come on, she's just being nice, this isn't hard!

He was very, VERY glad he had arranged his hair to hang over his left eye, thinking she wouldn't be able to tell what thoughts were going through his mind. Yeah..I'll try to act like a nice guy. She'll like that, right?...even though I'm probably not actually that nice anyway.

Resuming his hand motion and bringing the food to his plate, Nathan turned to look at her with a very small smile, hoping no part of his expression looked fake. "Oh, I'm, uh...I'm doing fine. How about you...?" Good work, you've already started stammering. Way to mess up within your first sentence, idiot.

The girl who had his attention right now was a bit shorter than Nathan himself, possessing auburn hair that was arranged in two pigtails which hung behind her head, reaching her shoulders. Then his eyes landed on the name card...Chess Belle. Wait, their names had appeared together on that screen after the "headmaster" was finished talking...

"Oh...so you're Chess, huh?" he asked, taking his own name card which had been on his plate and placing on the table so she could see. "I'm Nathan. Dunno how much you'll like being around me, but I'll try to act respawnsible."

Only after the words left his mouth did he consider the fact that making puns was probably not the best idea when trying to make new friends.