Makoto Setohara's Story

❦Cassian❦

Upon waking, he felt... nothing. 

Naturally.

There was nothing to feel. Yet, of course. Cassian lay face-up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. If he waited long enough, he knew, he'd begin to feel his own true emotions...

There they were! As though a switch had been flipped in his mind, Cassian sat up in bed, doing a stretch or two, his eyes alight now and his aura one of contentment, serenity, and friendliness. With a tad bit of anxiety thrown in there. He was, after all, in a completely unfamiliar place, filled with completely unfamiliar people- 

People! Cassian's naturally friendly nature had him perked up and hopping out of bed immediately. He was about to skip right out the door when he realized he's forgotten a couple things. Turning back around and laughing slightly at himself, he remade the bed he'd slept in with meticulous skill; hospital corners and everything. It was a habit of his, ironed into his mind to become as much an instinct as breathing. Well, that might've been an exaggeration, but the point remains. 

Hastily, he threw on a pair of tan slacks and a blue polo shirt, pausing to tuck the bottom of his shirt in (another habit), straighten his collar, and run a hand through his hair a few times to discourage unsightly tangles. 

"Appearing decent amongst the public is paramount..." 

Yes. Something like that. When Cassian  was sure he was presentable, he left the room, shutting the door softly behind him. "I hope I can remember where you are," he said quietly, poking the closed door just once before turning down the hallway. 

He heard voices, he realized. Cassian smiled brightly and skipped- yes, skipped- through the halls until he reached the source: a dining room of sorts, with a handful of people already there. Feli was lacking a shirt, and that puzzled him a bit, but he said nothing about it.

He stopped skipping and called brightly upon entering, "Hallo~!" His greeting and his smile wavered in the smallest bit, for although a few of the emotions in the room were positive, there was an almost equal amount of semi-negatives as well. Cassian tried in vain to lift his spirits up by humming a favorite song of his as he sat in a randomly chosen seat.  He looked down and wrung his hands together in his lap as he tried to set his mind back on a positive track. 

☾Makoto☽

His hunger woke him up, ultimately. He opened his eyes at the second demand of his needy stomach. Makoto swore under his breath. What an awkward noise it was. He wished it would stop. But the only way to stop the confounded sound was to feed himself. And that meant wandering around until he found the dining room, which was probably full of people...

Makoto's immediate instinct was to curl up again and try to go back to sleep. But his stomach persisted, and with a reluctant groan, he got out of bed. He'd slept in jeans and a sweatshirt, and he figured that was good enough. So, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he left the room. 

The very first thing he did was trip over the threshold, causing him to stumble rather than walk out into the hallway. Pay attention, you clumsy retard! he scolded himself as he regained his balance. Graceful though he was on average, mornings were his weakness. 

On his journey to find the dining room, Makoto went over with himself how to behave so as not to draw attention to himself. He would enter silently, grab something to eat, eat it quickly, then leave. If anyone tried to talk to him, he'd give minimal answers to discourage the conversation. If anyone made fun of him, he's ignore it as best he could. But he doubted that would happen, and it wouldn't, if he could keep unnoticed.

Which he certainly hoped would be the case. 

Before he knew it, there he was: standing in the doorway of the dining room. Although he'd rehearsed his actions in his head several times, the sight of people sent him into a small mental panic. He took a quick double take as his eyes passed over that guy Maverick and his confounded bird, and that was it. Makoto turned around, murmured, "Screw this," to himself and started back down the hallway, unfed stomach protesting the whole way. 

It was dark. The stars hung in the sky. The moon acted as a torchlight as it shined upon a dark figure, whose footsteps were heard all around as if they were giant feet. Behind the dark figure, was a white car with red lights blaring away and it's sound echoing all around. Infact, there was two, as the dark figure lunged from one side to another, before the figure disappeared. The white cars stopped, as the lights grew stronger and got brighter, bright enough to blind someone's eyes, before suddenly the car was no more than an accordion against the side of a house, while a heavy object, a van to be precise was thrown into the air, and perfectly aimed, the other white car that had stopped was crushed.

The figure stood and beheld the scene. No longer running. His hair a pale red colour that fell to his waist, while one of his hands were positioned infront of him, with his fingers imitating a camera as if taking a snapshot, before a chuckle could be heard from such a figure, "If you must learn the hard way, then the hard way you shall learn", before the figure then moved away and moved out of sight, as the whole scene faded into darkness, before......

A bright light shone infront of the same figure's eyes, which fluttered open from being woken up, as two blue eyes revealed themselves, followed by two strong arms pulling the covers and throwing them off, as the figure sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched, before forming a fist out of one and punching his other hand *though not too hard*, before the figure then spoke, "I knew it! If I had stayed....I would of beaten them for sure!", as he sighed. This figure was no one other than Sebastian O'Delle. A man gifted with super strength, but what annoyed him greatly, was the fact that it was pointless to have such strength, if he could hardly use it.

The night before, he was being chased, before he was cornered by a guy with long hair like him, black, with a black raven on his shoulder. He had said, Maverick his name was, that he could keep running, or keep fighting, but sooner or later, he may be surrounded, outmanned, and outgunned, that he would be safer obliging his letter and returning to the mansion with him. Seb accepted of course, but now thinking about, even dreaming about it, how could he be outgunned if he took the guns off them, and how could he be outmanned, when he could simply crush them. He really wasn't thinking properly.....he could be out there, banging heads together.

However, it wasn't only that which convinced him to follow Maverick, but also the fact that he had accepted who he was, and that the others at the Mansion also were also in similar conditions, that he'd actually be somewhere that he wouldn't be so much as a outcast or being hunted down. It was that more than anything he rambled on about, or the waffling in the letter, that had convinced him to go ahead with such a mad and mysterious request, seeing that he had no idea what this mansion was about. Sebastian went for it anyway, and now found himself in such a comfortable bed, having a comfortable nights' sleep, without any need to wake up suddenly and be on the move, or be expected to break out and enter into a fight. It made a change, and wasn't so bad as he thought it would be.

However, he had yet to meet the other residents, as he pulled on his dark black denim jeans and his dark black t-shirt and jacket, pulling out his hair that seemed to prefer to keep warm inside his clothing, and then freshening himself up, which was merely a quick brush and splashing over his face. Once he was ready, he took a yawn and a stretch, before pushing the door gently, making sure he didn't cause any accidents, and then making his way to the stairs. Since he was mainly hunted at night, he slept a little longer in the day so was pretty much wide awake at night, so he remembered where he was led, and as such, found the stairs easily and made his way down.

Once he reached down, he saw a light haired young man leave the eating area which was a bussle of noise by the sounds of it, which caused him to smirk, wondering how many were here. However, the guy must of had his breakfast quick, or....as he allowed his thoughts to roam as his arm hung loosely, before struck out to block the guy's movement, as he looked towards him and raised his eyebrow, "You must be some eater if you've finished already", as his eyes sharpened, like on a plane sensors as they close in and lock onto the enemy target, seeing that he seems younger than himself, he added, "You don't look like you've eaten, and if I've been told correctly, you have some sort of power, and yes, I am blunt", looking towards the noise before letting out a thin smile, though he could hardly blame the lad if what he was thinking was true as he turned back to him, "Follow after me, get some grub, then go if you must, ok? No more running now", as he pulled his arm away, and left to enter.

Sebastian wasn't sure if he would follow, but if his suspicions were correct, from the way he looked, and his skin, he needed to grub, but unfortunately due to how Seb had been brought up, sometimes he came off in the wrong way. He hoped this was not the case, seeing as he was trying to be as friendly as possible. Whatever he decides however, he too needed to grub, as he stepped in, and saw two young ladies, one sitting, one standing, at their own table, and in the distance, he could see Maverick who he had met before with two other guys round him, one opposite seated with a laptop, and another standing near him. Seems he's pretty popular.

His eyes then settled on a guy, seated alone, with golden hair, looking quite nice he might add, but waiting for what? He had no breakfast infront of him. What was he waiting for? He sighed, before he turned towards the kitchen. With him no longer feeling like an outcast, and having others like him to straighten up, he felt needed for once, and looking around, probably one of the eldest too, as some looked younger than him. However, his thoughts stopped and paused as his eyes were glued to a young man who didn't even wear a t-shirt with the top of his body glaring away. Talk about pride, showing his body off like that. Made him curious what his body was like, to be so proud about. Sebastian, do you ever change? he asked himself.

Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed himself four crumpets and slotted them into the toaster, two for him, and two for the guy who couldn't help himself. For some reason, Seb was in such a lightening mood which didn't occur often, seeing as he had a sense of belonging no doubt. While he was waiting, he grabbed two plates, and the tub of butter and a knife, setting them beside the toaster before opening the window a little and then, with his little finger, he lightly stroked his arm, before pulling away and using his hand to waff his hair back, before saying quietly but loud enough for the guy to hear, "Got to love a little breeze. Bet your feeling it alot more than me", pausing, "Though if it was more windy and chilly, would you put a top on? Hate for you to catch a death of cold...".

As if on queue, the crumpets popped out, as he rinsed his hands, and then spread butter on the crumpets and moved over to the table, sitting beside the golden boy, and passing the plate over to him, "You are going to eat aren't you? Name's Sebastian", introducing himself with a smile. He had to introduce himself at one point, and the fact he was sitting next to him, he mightswell get acquainted to golden boy.

Tzar & Isidora

Darkness, nothing to look or analyze. A boring, black void. Tzar slowly opened his eyes, being greeted by the bright light of the morning. How bothersome. He had just woken up and he already had a headache because of that blinding light. Tzar got up, with the intention of closing the curtains, but his route quickly met a obstacle. Tzar tripped on something, as he looked back his eyes met the sight of Isidora, his sister, resting on the ground.

Tzar massaged his temple. Isidora was fifteen years, yet she was still afraid of the dark. Even with her brother tripping over her, she continued to simply lie there, a tranquil expression on her face, and her thumb stuck inside her mouth. She was sound asleep. It was rare for Tzar to show any sign of emotion, but it was difficult to not smile at such a sight.

And just like that, that small feeling of annoyance vanished as he noticed his sister's state. Slowly, Tzar crawled over to his sister, he shook her and called her in his usual, calm and low voice. "Isidora... wake up..." He kept shaking her for a few moments, but it seemed to be of no use. As he got up and turned his back, he was caught by surprise, something had jumped on his back and given him a light bite on his right shoulder.

He fell, face planting on the floor. What just happened was quite obvious, he was one again victim of his sister's hyperactivity. Isidora grappled her brother, her arms firmly, in a non violent way, around his neck. "AHAHAHA! THOUGHT YOU'D ESCAPE MY GRASP?" Yelled Isidora, in a loud but cute, feminine voice. Tzar let his forehead lie against the ground. "Why did I have to go and wake her up?."

"Isidora, get off me. It's probably time for breakfast and we wouldn't want to be late." Tzar's expression portrayed how displeased he was with his sister's behavior.

Isidora pouted. "Spoil-sport." And just like that she jumped off of Tzar's back.

He stood up, patting a few specks of dust off of his sleepwear. "You know, you do have a room of your own." As he spoke he threw on a white shirt, a gray hoodie and a pair of blue jeans. "I'll leave you to get dressed. I assume you know where the dining hall is?"

"MY ROOM WAS DARK, AND YES, I DO... NOW, OUT!"

Tzar

Tzar made a hasty retreat from the room. His sister, she could be a handful, but it was fun... sometimes. He walked around the hallways of the mansion, his eyes analyzing everything that came past him.

Not long after, Tzar arrived to the dining hall, where a few people had already taken the liberty to take a seat. Almost everyone in that room was a stranger to him, except for Venezia. He did not speak much to him, they were simply acquaintances, but unlike him, his sister knew him rather well. He gave a small nod, which was directed to Venezia, before taking a seat.

Isidora

A nice, pink shirt with a flower in the middle and a pair of blue shorts. Isidora stared into the mirror and gave a quick nod before running out of the room. The mansion, she knew it was large, but staring at the halls once again, they just looked larger. She ran through the corridors giggling at how much space there was, she wasn't really running towards a particular place, but she randomly ended up in the dining hall. Isidora stopped for a second giving a quick glance around the room. She knew absolutely no one except for Tzar and Felician. "MORNING, EVERYONE!"Isidora waved with one of her arms before jumping onto a chair and continuing with her yelling. "WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?!"

Not waiting for an answer, Dimitri turned to see other people coming in, none of which he knew. The only one he recognized was Felician. Some people introduced themselves to one another. One guy in particular walked out of the room after walking in, then was led back in by another person. Things seemed to be going great.

Until his stomach made a growling sound at him. He was starving! He laughed at himself, then went in the room that Felician came out of with the bagel. He searched the shelves, looking for breakfast items. Please have sugary cereal, PLEASE have sugary cereal... he prayed in his head. His eyes came across a blue box ad when he puled it out, he nearly squealed in delight at the sight of the orange tiger, the mascot for Frosted Flakes. "YEESSS!" he exclaimed, and left the pantry. Well, he slid out of the pantry, nearly bumping into one of the cabinets. He searched the cabinets until he found a bowl and spoon. Then, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk. He poured the milk into the bowl first. Why do you have to pour in the cereal first? That was his normal response to anyone questioning him. Then, he poured the cereal in and sat down at the spot he was sitting in first.

"MORNING, EVERYONE!" A newcomer cried while she jumped on the chair, waving one of her arms,"WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?!"

Dimitri got up on the chair he used to be sitting in. "I found a bowl of Frosted Flakes!" he cried in response before picking up his bowl and taking a bite,"Mmm-mmm, they're GRRRREAT!" he imitated the slogan for Frosted Flakes before turning to the girl. "Here you go!" he called before closing the box and throwing it straight up in the air. He then used his wind powers to launch the box towards her, grinning as he did so. He was beginning to like this girl. They seemed to have so much in common.

Tzar & Isidora

Isidora looked at the people around her, some were talking and others were simply sitting there, she really didn't care and wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, seemingly out of no where a box of cereal fell right in front of her, looking in the direction from which it came she saw a young, brown haired boy. He was eating a bow of cereal, which meant that he was obviously the one to throw the box. Isidora picked the box up and stared at it. Cereal, simply cereal. Isidora looked at the box with a disappointed face.

"...Cereal? Boooooorinnnnggggggg"And without another word she simply threw the box behind her, it crashed onto the ground, cereal flying onto the floor. "TZAR!... MAKE ME BREAKFAST!" Isidora smashed her palms onto the table, making it shake it, slightly. Tzar sighed deeply, he simply could not believe how reckless his sister was at times. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even say a word, someone had grabbed him, exclaiming his name.

Tzar looked over his shoulder, it was Venezia, he was hugging him. "Your sister is really energetic! Where does she get all that energy?" Tzar sighed, once again. "I... I don't know. Venezia... could you please release me?" Tzar stared at Venezia, with his usual, emotionless expression. Venezia could get a tad annoying at times, but Tzar did not despise him in anyway, he reminded him of his sister at times.

"TZARRRRRR?! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! I. WANT. BREAKFAST. MAKE ME SOME WAFFLES.... WAIT, NO! PANCAKES... OR... OR BETTER! MIX IT UP!"

"Isidora, could you please act according to your age, you are 15, not 8 or 9. You can make your own breakfast."

Isidora pouted at this response, she could not believe that her brother had just denied her. "FINE. I WILL." Responded Isidora as she got up and stormed into the kitchen, a obvious hint of annoyance and anger could be noticed in her voice.

Cobra had been anxiously twisting the heart pendant around her neck. She bit her lip and glanced around the room. Suddenly a girl was sitting with her and saying hello. Her voice was soft and sincere, a wonderful change from the loud shouts of the shirtless Felician.

She smiled at the girl and nodded, letting her know that she had acknowledged her. It wasn't a moment too soon as more kids started to enter the dining hall, making the snake feel even more uncomfortable. As each person entered they seemed to be brighter, cheerier, and louder than the last. One boy though had turned in the doorway, but he was brought back by someone else. She knew how he felt, as she wanted to leave so very badly. Cobra then noticed that the hooded boy with blue hair whom she'd seen when she'd first arrived was also gone. At least there were some more sane, controlled people like her here.

The noise level soon rose to its maximum as a boy and girl entered, apparently related. The girl screamed when she spoke, making the delicate brunette cringe a bit. What had she gotten herself into? Why couldn't she have been born normal like her sister.

Cobra frowned suddenly and rose from her seat, needing to get food and to busy herself before it was too late. As she entered the kitchen she found an assortment of food, however she had little experience preparing food. Sighing, she took out a pan and fried an egg for herself before getting a glass of water. Chances were she would eat one or two more eggs, but she didn't want to feel or look like a pig to these obnoxious strangers. At least none of them had spoken to her except one of the quiet few. She sat back down in her little corner and began to eat her egg in a delicate, graceful manner.

☾Makoto☽

Makoto almost jumped out of his pale skin as his pathway was suddenly blocked by an arm. His borderline-frightened green gaze wandered up the arm, travelled over where the arm connected to the shoulder, across a collarbone and up a neck, before laying his eyes on the sharper face of its owner. The stranger spoke to him, words he digested more subconsciously than anything else. Looked like he was going to eat something after all, if his assumption had been correct. Of course, the last thing he wanted to do was venture back into that liar, damned-soul infested pit of hellspawn that was probably once an average, empty, peaceable dining room. Makoto's mind raced. Then again, he thought, he could always employ his game plan of getting in, getting food, and getting out as soon as possible, to find some solace in his solitude. Yes. That's what he'd do. All this he planned out as he stared up blankly at the taller young man. He had no opinion of this person who'd suddenly spoken to him. His mind was much to occupied with his task to form one. Liar, liar... chimed some unbidden voice at the edges of his mind. 

The stranger continued walking on into the dining room, and Makoto turned as well, following him, slinking along behind the stranger like a pale shadow, actions based on necessity and necessity alone. If he didn't eat, he'd eventually either and die. And withering and dying... just didn't seem as appealing as it used to. It had lost its enticing pull, and was now just some alternative to staying alive in this mansion to discover more about his living self. Nothing more than some sort of hovering last resort, an action that would merely end his struggle rather than heal his wounds. 

Makoto did his best to ignore the people in the room and be ignored in return, hunching his shoulders on instinct in a vague, not even half-assed attempt to hide his face. He shuffled along after the stranger into the kitchen, and waited silently while he used the toaster. Makoto leaned on his elbows on the counter by the sink, gazing idly at the wall, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. He knew he should probably feel excited. He was in a place full of "people like him". But he was not like these people. Makoto frowned. Liars. Every soul in that damn place was a liar to the core. As far as he was concerned, he had no power. He was not special, not unique. There was nothing extraordinary about him. Nothing at all...

The stranger left, done with whatever it was he was concocting. Makoto, hardly realizing he was doing so, untied a bag of sliced bread and reached his hand inside, selecting specifically an end piece before retreating and popping the slice into the toaster. He wasn't sure how long he was waiting, but however many minutes later, his toast appeared before him, burned black and barely holding itself together. Just the way he liked it. Makoto took it out of the toaster, ignoring the searing heat of his food. He ate and walked at the same time, slipping out of the dining room as silently as he'd entered. 

He wandered for a bit before happening to come right back to the hallway with the rooms. In this hallway was a peculiar-looking lad, carrying a laptop in his grip. Without thinking, Makoto stopped walking and simply stared at the stranger in the hallway, nibbling slowly at his toast without realizing. 

❦Cassian❦

The longer he stared into his lap, the blanket and blanker his expression became. People came, people left, and the tide of emotions spiked and ebbed with each separate feeling passively competing within Cassian's own mind alone for reign over his demeanor. He was unsure what to feel at the moment, what he really was feeling. It didn't matter. He could've been hit by a train and not have cared, for all he felt just then. 

And then- a voice, directed at him. 

"You are going to eat aren't you? Name's Sebastian."

Cassian looked up slowly at the smiling stranger, his own face gaining a small smile of its own to combat the blankness. Ah yes. Food. He'd almost forgotten, what with the little emotional sorting he'd had to do before being able to function properly. 

He cleared his throat quietly before making himself respond. "I was getting around to it. Honestly," he said in the soft way of his before noticing the food the stranger- Sebastian- had brought with him and had passed some of to Cassian himself, who blinked a couple times in partial response. He picked up one of the crumpets and took a small bite before looking up again. "Thank you," he said, sincerity creeping into his tone. "My name is Cassian..." He felt himself smile brighter in his own natural fashion. "but you can call me Cass if you like. Pleasure to meet you, Sebastian."

[Maven]

The morning sure was energetic. First Feli, and now Isidora....as she threw the cereal box behind her, making a huge mess, he sighed. Great. It's bad enough dealing with one idiot. The raven cawed loudly, not really saying anything, and flew over to the mess and started eating some pieces of it off the floor. But now there's two? Wonderful.... He scowled, quietly going into a nearby closet to grab a broom and dustpan.

You! Get away from there, that's not for you! He cawed loudly, perhaps more than he really meant to because he accidentally startled the poor bird. The raven flew around the room, cawing in surprise while somehow trying to keep out of people's way. Ignoring the bird for now, Maven quickly swept up the mess, picked up the box, and put it all in the trash. Once that was done, he walked over to the kitchen window and opened it. He waited for a long moment. When what he was waiting for didn't happen, he growled and made angry-looking pointing motions towards the window. Out! You can come back in later.

Jerk! I was eating that!

The bird swooped down at Maven, seemingly aiming to peck at him. However, Maven dodged him expertly, watching with a most not-amused face as the bird missed him and flew right out the window. When this was done, he closed it and turned to Isidora, sighing once more.

"You there. Isidora, your name was, right? Listen. If you'll go and sit at the table quietly, I'll make you some damn breakfast. Whatever you want." He spoke softly, but couldn't help the slight edge of irritation that crept into his voice. He already did most, if not all the housework. An idiot like her would only make it ten times worse for him, not to mention what Feli already does. For a moment, he found himself praying to whatever God was out there that she'd comply quietly and let him cook for her, although he had a horrible inkling that she wouldn't.

[Feli]

"I... I don't know. Venezia... could you please release me?"

"Okay!" Feli let go of him, smiling as he was painfully oblivious to the bird flying around the room. He laughed a bit, not really aware that he was laughing in the first place.

"You there. Isidora, your name was, right? Listen. If you'll go and sit at the table quietly, I'll make you some damn breakfast. Whatever you want."

Upon overhearing this, Feli immediately abandoned Tzar and went into the kitchen where Maven and Isidora were. "No fair!" He pouted, then turned to Isidora, "You're so lucky! He never asks to cook for me~! He's a really good cook, too." He pouted again, making something of a puppy face. Suddenly, he smiled. "It must be because you're so cute~!" He exclaimed, laughing.

[Pandora]

Pandora stopped in her tracks, staring back at the strange guy staring at her. She already knew his name from looking at his information. After all, she had been the one to track down where he was before he was picked up by a Courier.

Makoto Setohara. Just knowing his name didn't really make her feel any better though. A stranger was still a stranger, even if you knew their name. Regardless, this was a predicament. She was unsure of what to do. Should she walk on and attempt to pass him by? Should she greet him? What if he tried to be friendly, what should she do? It was bad enough when she had to avoid Feli's hugs.

Maybe if she thought of him as a firewall....no, no, that didn't make sense. Firewalls don't awkwardly chew on toast while they stare blankly. The thought of a firewall chewing on toast was so funny that she actually smiled, her lips curving up ever so slightly.

"What are you looking at, Makoto?" She found herself saying, accidentally speaking her thoughts out loud, "Have you never seen a boy with long hair before?" Her deep Russian accent, of course, may have made it hard to understand what she was saying.

Suddenly realizing she had spoken, she blushed furiously and looked away. Escape key....why can't there by an escape key in real life?! On instinct, without another word she turned away from Makoto and ran. She sought her own room, quickly going inside and shutting the door behind her.

Seb couldn't help but smirk as he glanced to the white-haired stranger who had indeed followed him as he suggested. Afterall, not everyone could be open to everyone instantly in their first meeting, but at least he had helped the lad out to get a bite to eat as he watched him leave back into the hallway, before turning back to the golden boy who he had settled down beside with. Not that he had a choice, though everyone else seemed occupied and looking around, there was quite a load more people in here, as well as a lot of noise. Well it certainly made a change hearing the sounds of voices than sirens, before hearing an imitation of the Frosted Flakes, "they're GRRRREAT!" and the box flying across the table. Obviously that guy's powers had now been revealed to everyone else now, with everyone else's just waiting to be revealed.

Even if Seb often gave the wrong impressions when he was simply trying to be genuine, least golden boy weren't avoiding him, instead revealing a smile, "I was getting around to it. Honestly...Thank you...My name is Cassian...but you can call me Cass if you like. Pleasure to meet you, Sebastian". As he spoke, he noticed that he begun to speak more casually. Back home, many were tense around him as they spoke a few words then left, so it was nice to have a decent conversation. He begun to wonder as he glanced around, what everyone's story was. Though it was true what he had been told when he was younger about how you act affects other people, and now golden boy's smile had bested his. It would probably be a good start calling him by his name, however.

"An unusual name..", in his usual blunt response to simply say what he thought, even if it came across the wrong way....though taking closer inspection to him to the way he dressed, he truly was a golden boy with his hair and eyes complimenting his smile as it sure was bright, so guess it fits. It was one thing to go on first-name basis, but for the first meeting to call him by a shortened version shown how friendly he was, but it made him wonder why he sat here alone, or perhaps there was too many in the room to address all once, especially with Maverick's raven flying and squarking about above them.

Making sure his arms were in the right place, he took a hold of one crumpet and took a bite. Once his mouth was free again, he spoke up, "So Cass..", seeing as he had offered his shorthand name so why not use it, even if it sounded a bit feminine or maybe that was just sterotypical as there had to be more behind the name, as there was more to him than his blunt manner for example, "..How are you finding this new place?". Though both of them hadn't been there long, they could still have initial thoughts about it.