she's a lot like you. [open]

[butshewill]

There's a proliferation of new students lately, thanks to that other school handily...uh, burning down. Some of the long-term residents of St. Jude's might be wondering what the hell is going on

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[hundredand10]

Oh mi gosh! Ren will delicately step (read: dance as light as the breeze) and try to step over/around the new girl. Will he make it or will he be distracted by the book and almost wipe out?

[butshewill]

Who knows! The new girl, however, is alerted to the presence of someone else. She opens one eye, then the other, and eyes Ren mildly for a moment. "Coulda just told me to move," she drawls. Extremely Southernly. That will not go away, unfortunately.

[hundredand10]

"I didn't want to interrupt." Her sitting. Clearly, Ren is full of delicious, low-fat logic. Tragically, it is not Earth Logic.

"...but I'm interrupting now, aren't I?"

[butshewill]

"Looks like," she agrees, amiably enough, tilting her head up to squint up at the clock nearby. It's not time to go to her next class yet, but when she goes, she'll give herself a couple extra minutes to spare.

Also, she curls her legs in toward herself so there's room for him to walk. Belatedly. Good job, Miss Manners.

[hundredand10]

"I could keep doing it?" Interrupting, he means. "It's a talent of mine. S'why I have to sit in the back row for guest speakers."

How...what are you even talking about, Ren. Why do you do this to yourself?

[butshewill]

She aims that narrow-eyed look at him. It's not hostile, just kind of puzzled. Where do you hail from, alien boy? (All boys are aliens, in her world.) "...who're you?"

[hundredand10]

He is an alien. It's true. He is here on a mission of peace, love, and bad dancing. Will you help him?

"Hi! I'm Ren. Who're you?"