“I really do like that name. It’s an odd name to have here, but … It’s nice,”
"I'm glad that you think that it's nice." He said, turning his smile to her. He felt as if he was in a dream, although he knows perfectly well not, but these moments were one of the times where he thought he would never get. Sayuri's attempt to organize the papers had hypnotized him, making him figure how can she do something that difficult, but nonetheless, he snapped back to reality to continue his answer. 'Supposedly, Spring was supposed to be named after the personality of our mother; the loving and cheery side, which explained why I was like this, and I was born towards the same personality and takes after my mother with Fall. Although I have no idea where he is now." He said, scratching the back of his head, still trying to figure out where his brothers had escaped.
“I’m happy that you like it. I love this club. I’m Student Body President, after all. Why would I do something that I don’t love?”
She tucked her arms under him, and rested her head on his shoulders. He quickly giggled, and drummed his fingers on the table. She was right. Why would someone do something they don't like if they didn't like it in the first place? That's another question that had Jackson wondering every time. He particularly likes anything, whether it be a garbage or a dead body. Well, maybe not the latter, but you get the idea. Except that and a gloomy person. He never liked dark gloomy peoples. It just defies his personality. "I agree." He smiled beaming back Sayuri.
“So, if you’re Spring, and your parents are the Moon and the Sun, then who are Winter, Autumn, and Summer? Are they male? Female? Are they your siblings then?” she asked, her curiosity evident. She leaned back and took both his hands between hers, looking at him eagerly. “I want to know everything. Please tell me, Spring,” she practically begged.
He quickly attempted to remember the answers to her question. This was quite unexpected but who cares. Jackson will answer any question for her. He shuffled through the memories, and most of the answers he needed were already scavenged, and now he just needs to piece them together with words. "Those three, are my brothers. Christian Orako, the Winter. He is a bit like me, seeing as we both like to sleep, and when we're awake, we would do different things to kill the free times we might have." He said, thinking the times where he and Christian would sometimes argue about trivial things like the differences of the books they read. But it will either be ended with an apology from Jackson, or the two other brothers settle the things down for them.
"Then comes Nickolas. He's the childish one of the group, and also the one that plays string instruments. Well, I don't really know what's that, but I think it's nice?" He thought, as the plays of Nickolas's instruments never really got into him. He's just not that interested in it. "Well, we can be both the same childish, but I'm just cheery... I think?" Question marks keeps on appearing in his head, and all he did was push them all away and will find answers for it until later.
"Then finally, Alexander. Well, at times, he can be really, really, hot headed, and would mostly rush things without other people's consents. A natural leader, some calls him, but I think he's just being nice. Because he only rushed things when it involves his friends or us." He smiled nervously, and tried to remember anything he forgot to add in. "Well, that's about it about them. If you want to know more, I suggest you get to know them. Because I really don't know how to explain in words of how awesome and loving my brothers is." He said, his smile brightly shone back to Sayuri. "I really, really love them!"
