kazuyuki orako.
dialogue ; #a59bbd. â thought ; #94bbed.
And would continue moving down the right path as Kazutora sat down next to her, so uneasily tried to talk to her and apologize, and the faint smile settles in its place for the time being as he listens to them talk, exchange their words in somewhat hushed tones. Glad, that the misunderstanding hadn't continued for more than an hour in the end. It's best to keep misunderstandings low and take care of them quickly after all, isn't it?
He's settled into his seat, comfortable in his desk and with the space he has for the time being until their class starts again, and its onto more subjects that he knows well enough already, but he's a "human teen" now, and teenagers in this land have to learn, so along with them he will.
That doesn't mean that class is in yet, though, nor does it mean that he can feel people staring at them, some to Kazutora and Velonix, some to him specifically much to his dismay, including those girls from before though they have yet to approach him, and he's grateful for it. Rather than be concerned over them, though, he finds his eyes on that head of ashy hair who stares at his sister, despite his warnings. By god this kid was stubborn as hell, or perhaps he just had a habit of inflicting problems on himself. Was it the narcissism? Probably.
But when Halcyon turns his gaze towards the boy, Kenji looks towards him as well, as if catching that sense that someone else was watching, not just Harmonix. The ways his skin pales, or his features twist slightly in panic or fear pleases Halcyon; at least something had gotten across well enough to keep him on his toes. Would this fear alone at least keep him from actually trying anything with his sister for awhile? Somehow he's unsure, but Halcyon wasn't one to forget promises...or threats. He wouldn't let them go without actual consequences, not for someone like Kenji.
As the boy turns his head back to face forward and his friend questions him on it, he's quite pleased to hear him avoid the topic too, even if somehow he feels running into a door hard enough to bruise is far more humiliating than getting slapped across the face by a girl. The prior just held less consequences.
Letting his head fall back onto the desk to rest over crossed arms again, Kazuyuki lets out a small sigh over the new situation, or more so the fact that he never got his nap on the roof in the end. Honest, he'd needed it, the way his eyes were struggling to stay open the more he let himself relax and get comfortable...or as comfortable as he could in these wooden seats. It's a little better than straight up concrete, he supposes.
He's nearly about to fall asleep in class again, until the bell rings, until the new teacher steps into the classroom, and suddenly he feels as if he has to be alert around this man. Something was...off about him, no doubt about that, though he couldn't tell what. Velonix would have a better read on him than he ever could, so maybe he could ask her about it later, yet still...
Once again, a nap ruined. He didn't feel comfortable enough sleeping in this man's presence, or knowing his sister was in the room of someone who seemed...potentially dangerous, maybe just unsettling at the very least. Humanity...was capable of things he knew too much of, and no doubt there were some that had just grown worse over their time on earth. Would he be one of those?
Japanese and English were quite boring, but they passed all the same, as time always does. After this class would be where he splits off from his sister to go to...creative writing and literature, was it? He faintly recalled signing up for that sort of class upon transfer, if only because it sounded quiet, and was perhaps something he'd be able to relax and rest more in than others like...sports, or the like. No, you would not catch him dead playing soccer or basketball with the others. Did he look like he had the energy for that right now?
Yawning and stretching his arms over his head once Mr. Okamoto had left and he could finally relax, Kazuyuki turned his gaze back to his sibling, to the two he hoped to eventually genuinely call friends, before Autumn spoke, "Yuki, you and Reiya have the next class together, correct?" He nodded along with that, glancing to Reiya in the process with a faint smile again before looking back at his sister once more. "Unfortunately, we will not be together, but with Reiya there I am sure that you are in great hands."
It's a small laugh from that, and he nods along with her words, "mhm, I think so too." It's true, he didn't feel like Reiya would leave him in the dust to find somewhere himself, and silently he hopes that she'll let him sit next to her in class once they're there, though given how the roof went, that might be something that doesn't happen in the end.
"I suppose that we might as well walk one another to class, correct? Considering we have separate classes but together. I do have Art club after classes end. What are you two in? Would you mind so terribly showing us where the club rooms are?" Again his sister leads the conversation, and all he really does is nod along. It had always been this way, hadn't it? Velonix had often just talked for him at home too, and he would follow along.
"Orchestra," he offers, "that's what I've got for my club." A pause, and a glance to Reiya, he tilts his head slightly, hair shifting a bit with the movement as his eyes catch a glint of the sun, barely showing off the muted blue hues for the moment, "would you be alright, showing me where they meet for their club hour too? After creative writing, of course. I still haven't figured everything out here."