Jeong followed up behind the blonde girl watching the seated female eating faster than a dead starved hyena. And for a moment he thought about where all that food went, sure she seemed to be fit and all but the rapid fire amount of food shooting into her mouth seemed almost too monstrous for even monsters.
“Billy?” his voice rang trying to get the attention of the hungry female with feathers and stuff in her hair. He felt almost like he was intruding the way she ate so comfortably in this hectic hall of food and noisy children and people. A second thought had popped into his head about leaving and just sitting somewhere else to eat-not because of the female in front of them but the noise and chatter-and perhaps danger.
The black haired boy wondered if the beastly Billy had even heard his voice ring out over the noise as on the far end of the room past the table they wished to have breakfast on, one group of people had excitedly laughed and cried out “first food fight of the year!” Hopefully their crude food rebellion would not spread to the rest of the cafeteria hall.
“Heh. Is that so?” he said slightly amused, “I don't like reading. But I do like stories,”he bluntly stated. It was a true fact. The boy hated staying still and staring at chains of letters and words. English was a complete bore when on paper-which was probably why he would pass those classes with a sliver. He would much rather someone tell him a story rather than reading it himself;the stories about heroes who brave dangerous journeys were his favorite out of them all.
Aviur ran a hand through his hair getting rid of most of the chalk in his hair, although rather than an apple red it was more of a dark terra cotta hue now-which would have been close enough to being normal. He leaned his head against the palm of his hand.
Noticing her voice slowly get quieter as she talked he chortled a little, “my enthusiasm is hardly something worth mentioning. Having a conversation with another person is hardly any gym exercise. You should talk with more people more often. I'm sure everyone was smitten by your sweet voice the other day at the opening ceremony,” he showed a toothy grin.
He had not been to the ceremony of course, because he had been playing basketball with the tengu but that did not mean he had not heard anything from the other students. There was a lot of food, dancing,music and the regular speeches that the boring old principal would make and then the student who had talked in front of the crowd this year, namely her. Assuming she was probably using the same voice now as she had done at the ceremony, he could imagine her saying something deep and thoughtful-perhaps even a bit personal, just a smidge.