Kinderbee had paid no mind to the boy that sat beside him, at least to begin with. However when recalling a noise he absently glanced over his shoulder away from them briefly, before quickly realizing and beaming a look back at them. ”Who, me?” He blurted out and promptly shut his book together. Well he is sitting right next to you? Anna said we should make friends while we're here, so maybe it won’t hurt to start trying now? Oh, how would it not? They had yet to properly speak to another human at this school, you know, besides the usual “excuse me” and “thanks” that came about in passing.
”Seiji Kumou is a very different name,” he remarked and shifted a little in his seat, offering something similar in the way of a very vague, if barely noticeable look of optimism. ”I do mind but I’ll tell you anyway because that’s what we do, isn’t it? I was named Kinderbee Bass.” Great! With names exchanged that meant the first part of the introduction was completed, right? The boy fell quiet momentarily when falling deeper in thought, but just as quickly he seemed to resurface and went on with, ”I was recently enrolled to this school and thus am considered what is known as a new special student; this is my first experience here.” Most students here were undoubtedly beyond their understanding. But Bass wasn’t exactly interested in getting to know every other student, was he? No. But rather only those who were in his own class and no more. That was about as much as he could handle when finding himself thrust into a new, foreign environment that was out of his comfort.
Not long after he had noticed another joining the front row only this one was female. She was sat next to Seiji, that was his name wasn’t it? Why don’t we make a note of what their names are? The boy reopened his book again and was quick to scribble down the name in question, though his handwriting wasn’t exactly the neatest. He detailed the name on a blank page and jotted a little squiggly line beside it. Once done he turned to the boy now known to be Seiji and looked just beyond him, to the girl. Almost mimicking the other he unsurely greeted with, ”Hello.” That was the right way to open conversation with, right?
”Seiji Kumou is a very different name,” he remarked and shifted a little in his seat, offering something similar in the way of a very vague, if barely noticeable look of optimism. ”I do mind but I’ll tell you anyway because that’s what we do, isn’t it? I was named Kinderbee Bass.” Great! With names exchanged that meant the first part of the introduction was completed, right? The boy fell quiet momentarily when falling deeper in thought, but just as quickly he seemed to resurface and went on with, ”I was recently enrolled to this school and thus am considered what is known as a new special student; this is my first experience here.” Most students here were undoubtedly beyond their understanding. But Bass wasn’t exactly interested in getting to know every other student, was he? No. But rather only those who were in his own class and no more. That was about as much as he could handle when finding himself thrust into a new, foreign environment that was out of his comfort.
Not long after he had noticed another joining the front row only this one was female. She was sat next to Seiji, that was his name wasn’t it? Why don’t we make a note of what their names are? The boy reopened his book again and was quick to scribble down the name in question, though his handwriting wasn’t exactly the neatest. He detailed the name on a blank page and jotted a little squiggly line beside it. Once done he turned to the boy now known to be Seiji and looked just beyond him, to the girl. Almost mimicking the other he unsurely greeted with, ”Hello.” That was the right way to open conversation with, right?