The Unovian scratched his face, his other hand stuffed in his jacket, he really wasn’t sure what got into him just slamming into this poor guys, he even couldnt excuse the halls cause lets face it, its empty. Either way Hugh had to answer back.
"I..uh..I’m not sure, I just…I don’t know?" He shrugged at his own response. Wonderful.
So this guy was already a bit strange -- not really in a bad way, but in a way that almost made Nice slightly concerned.
"So you don't know why you ran into me...? You're not under the influence or anything, are you?" That was mostly a joke, so he hoped that he wasn't going to get a serious answer. "Are you my secret admirer without even being aware of it?" he asked, then raised a hand to scratch at his cheek. "...Well, it's fine either way! It's weird, but I'm not mad or anything. More importantly, what are you doing running around at this hour?"
