Lots of New Kids This Year (Tiggy)

Just after the bell rang, Lewis rolled his head back and shut his eyes. It had been one of those boring old days, not really distinguished by anything save maybe for the fact that his mind was getting into the swing of things - he knew the flow and rhythm of things, what to expect, and he finally memorized his schedule.

And the other students were getting used to him too. The novelty of having a foreigner around (already diminished by the fact that there were multiple foreign newcomers in his class) was starting to wear off. Fewer people were glancing at him or introducing themselves to him. You couldn't blame them, Lewis supposed. He didn't exactly make an effort to be known - take the fact that he was always screwing around on his phone instead of talking to anyone and combine it with his attitude of bemused detachment and you don't exactly get a memorable persona. 'Low-key' and 'forgettable' weren't exactly the kind of words you'd use to describe Lewis at home, but here he was just kind of in a funk, he supposed... Never felt like he'd had enough sleep.

Watching the other students prepare for post-class activities gave him a sudden jolt and he kicked himself mentally - he forgot to sign up for a club. At home he looked for the clubs which required the least amount of activity possible from their members, but over here everything seemed so...involved.

Eh, he'd get around to it before he got in trouble. Lewis put his feet up on his desk and leaned back, checking out his phone again (looked like one of his friends at home had a pretty bitchin' birthday). He picked up bits and pieces of a few conversations here and there - he was surprised to hear someone saying something about 'coming from America' - maybe they were talking about him, but probably not.

Xander laughed at the underclassman. "And here i thought the large pink hair helped me stand out more," he teased. Xander contemplated teasing her more as he packed up his things, but ultimately decided against it. "Anyways, yeah theres' a bunch of transfers this year for some reason." He finished packing his things and turned to Yukari

Xander slung his bag over his back. "Oh speaking of there's one right there." He pointed in the direction of the only other non-Asian in the classroom. "I think his name is Lewis or something like that? I'll grab his attention. Yo Lewis," he yelled from across the room. Xander wasn't bad with names but he didn't have a photographic memory, but he was pretty sure he got the name right.

Embarrassed as she was by her gaffe and as much as she wanted to just disappear, Yukari was just gonna own it. Stick it out, make some friends, laugh about it later because she was an idiot. She mouthed another sorry to Xander and resolved to make it up to him with a smoothie or lunch or something later this week. Then, she looked at the new arrival with a big grin and a little bow. "Hi! I heard you were another new transfer student, and I wanted to come and say hello! I know it's hard being a transfer student and not knowing anybody. So... welcome to Mishiro High!"[/font] She greeted the guy. Yeah, he definitely looked American too. He had that 'don't care about anything' look about him.

"So I heard from the local gossip you're one of our American transfers? That's pretty awesome! My mom was from America, she was a camerawoman in California before she came overseas! I've never been there myself. If you need somebody else to speak English too, I'm a little bit rusty but I like getting to use it when I can!"[/font] She said cheerily. Xander probably knew this guy already, yeah? Probably. "You probably already know Xander, since he's in your class, but he's pretty cool too! He's a musician. Anyway, if you need help finding your way around town or want to join a club I can help you out! I know just about everybody that goes here, and I know a lot of the good local shops visitors might not pick up on. It's nice to meet you, Lewis right?"[/font]

((LEWIS WAGNER, XANDER SMITH, it only took me 67593857 years))

Oh, just a meet and greet, then. The girl seemed cheerful to a fault, relentlessly upbeat, and considerate, even if she forgot to tell him her name. If they just wanted a name for a club roster he would have considered messing with her, maybe acting like he didn’t follow what she said or being willfully obtuse, but she was just coming here out of human decency (or a desire to perfect her English skills). Even if she was nauseatingly chipper, just having an earnest desire to meet and help people softened his attitude. By this time, when people got settled into the year and who they were hanging out with, he only expected people to come around when they needed things. Maybe that spoke more to his perceptions and attitudes than to actual reality, but hey.

”Oh, uh, thanks, yeah.” He mumbled, both to her welcome and to her offer to show him around, a little embarrassed.

Lewis raised an eyebrow. ”Oh, actually I don’t. Good to meet you.” He nodded to Xander. He had seen him around a few times (hard to miss another foreign student, especially one with pink hair) but didn’t have a name to put to the face.

He looked back at the girl, ”Wait, what’s your name?”

(( XANDER SMITH, YUKARI HAMADA sorry not a lot of content orz))