"Thank you Caelan." Kathering favored Caelan with a strange look he'd not seen before in his direction, but had quite often seen Mihael receive. He felt a bit of heat in his own face, and lowered his head hastily to begin his meal, hoping she wouldn't notice. A brief moment of silence made the gap between them seem to stretch into eternity, but Kat continued to talk much to Caelan's relief. "I'm sorry I attacked your brother. Even if he was being a total ass and...a jerk." Caelan choked on a bite of... something... and began to splutter, cough, and laugh simultaneously. Once he'd calmed down, he managed to gather enough breath to respond. "Well, don't apologize. I'm his brother after all. He," A small cough interrupted his thought. " He's my brother, after all. I've gotten onto him about his attitudes time and time again. He usually gets me back in some way, but it's nice to see someone else can't stand his nonsense any more than I can. It's refreshing. I'm sure he won't get too mad at you like he would at me, he can't stay mad at pretty girls." He helped himself to a few more bites of the "food" and began anew. "If he's still raw later, I'll try to defuse it, I suppose. Now. About meditation. If you want later, I can float you with me, but we'll not do that now. Not while you're dressed like that. So, first thing's first-"
The cafeteria doors were knocked wide open and the irritating smoker from before once again "graced" them with his presence. He seemed mildly irritated, but also in control of himself. Admirable, but unneeded. Is this hothead dense or something?
"Alright first things first sweetheart. What the hell? Was your dog killed by a greeting or something? Second, sorry. I can understand if you're on edge, we're not exactly in the most relaxing situation. I didn't mean to scare you, where I'm from I had to learn to keep my footsteps quiet, it's a habit. And third, what do you say we just forget about? We're all sitting on a powder keg, and Big Brother's just waiting for it to blow. Being at each others throats isn't going to help anyone. So what do you say friends? Or at least tolerant acquaintances?" The strange irritation that further added to Caelan's headache pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it with a small fireball that appeared in the middle of his hand. Caelan rolled his eyes at the parlor trick. Pyrokinetics. He'd seen them before, and every single one of them had been an insufferable blowhard with a massively inflated ego. Every single one had found their bones shattered, because they had crossed a line Caelan preferred to not cross. Only Mihael had brought him out of the ensuing rage, and Mihael wasn't around right now.
Caelan, with an almost forced calmness, finished his meal to eat the pathetic meal in the tray. He swallowed, almost regretting eating the meal, and pointed the fork at Ty. "Now, friend, I don't think you understood the exact point I was trying to make with you when we left you in your time-out-corner back in the hallway. We don't want company right now. We aren't seeking company right now. We're working, right now, as roommates, together towards a common goal that you are not a part of. He stood, fork in hand at his side. "You're a pyrokinetic. Great. You're a dime-a-dozen. You all think you're such hot stuff. I don't want people like you as a friend. I'd rather not even be an acquainted with you, were it not for the fact that we're both stuck in this place. I don't know you, and I already don't like you. If you really want to be seen as something, do something impressive against the system. Otherwise, scatter. I've no use for someone like you." As Caelan spoke, his eyes narrowed and his hair began to move about as his temper began to take hold of his powers. Nearby tables began to creak as the gravity fluctuated, while he tried to maintain control enough to shield Katherine from whatever happened. Enough irritations had taken place today. The breaking point approached, and Mihael was nowhere to be found. Caelan's mind worked to try and calm himself down, hoping Mihael would miraculously walk through the doors for some reason before things got out of hand.