Man, he really was shy. It was going to take some effort to become chummy with him, and by that time he hoped he wouldn’t think him too strange. “Oh.. yeah. I’ll be okay. I’m just not used to stretching like that… heh.” The older student answers, brows knitting in mild discomfort. “Yeah, this school really is one of a kind. But I’m sure you’ll get used to it fairly quickly, you’ve got a smart air about you! All those things you think’re strange right now, you probably won’t even notice in a month or two. And hey, if you have any questions you can always ask me and I’ll try not to talk your ear off.. like I’m doing right now. Sorry!”
The teen blinks slowly, trying to process everything he had just been told before he allows a smile smile to form on his lips. He meant well, that much was for certain, but it would take time for him to grow accustomed to so much chatter from one person. He couldn't recall anyone ever speaking to him so much in his life. ".. Yeah, sure. Okay. Thanks. Anyways, Owen, right? Anything in particular I need to know about this school? Besides that it's for erm.. special kids. The teachers and students have odd relationships.. and.. no, I think that's all I've been caught up to speed on."









