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         Konstantyn Alphonse de La Fontaine

Teal, sharp emotionless eyes bored into Zyslo's as he questioned about his name and yanked on his shirt. The male turned to face them and he crouched down to get in eye contact, and in response to the dark gleam in "Mylo's", or, "Zyslo's" eyes, there was only emptiness. Pink hair falling adjacent to his eyes, he stayed silent until the male was done speaking. Konstantyn extended his own hand and gently shook it, a bit wary. Opening his mouth to speak, he spoke with his usual soft-spoken, monotone voice.

"My name is Konstantyn Alphonse de La Fontaine. Feel free to call me Kon or Konstantyn." Pausing briefly as his gaze strayed off to the now empty stage, he inhaled to continue. "Mylo, you say? You two have interesting names." As quick as lightening, his gaze sharply dashed in Zsylo's direction, no longer distracted, and now all focus on this green-haired kid. "In honesty, he doesn't seem like a brat to me, and don't you worry. I don't hurt people; well, rather, I barely fight, because for me, it's useless." The pink haired boy shrugged without a care in the world. "What's the point of it, anyways?"

Mental note: this kid is like a tsundere. It's kind of cool.

"Again, I honestly don't care if you beat me up or not. That is your choice and not mine. If it's peace you want, you got it. If you want to hit me, you got it. I'm the type of kid that goes with the flow." Konstantyn explained, voice monotone and painless. The Polish/French boy ran a hand through his pink hair and let out a small sigh, glasses slipping down from the bridge of his nose to nearly the tip. "By the way, your potty mouth is interesting. I'm not being sarcastic or anything; simply stating. Sort of appealing, well to me at least, badass attitude." Might as well compliment them if they're going to be his friend; well, compliment Mylo. He honestly was a bit confused when it came down to Zsylo.

Eyes straying for a fraction of a moment, he saw that barely anyone else was in here. Perhaps he should get to his dorm soon? Eh, who knows. Maybe by the time he gets there it'll already be dinner time. Well, remember to sit at the end of the table, he would remind himself often, considering he liked to be secluded. It was a comfortable feeling, to say the least, but that was just him. He's just generally a weirdass.

Well, he's also a smartass.

(Sorry it's a bit short. I'm so braindead.)