Studying hadn't exactly been Kyle's favorite thing to do in life, but despite a life revolving around fighting, he still had to learn. Now having actually gone through just part one of the classroom experience, Kyle had come to realize....it was just as boring. Except this wasn't just any kind of boring, it was on a whole new level. Kyle wasn't the only one being bored to death by the ramblings of an intellectual madman, but an entire classroom of kids was suffering the same experience. Sure there would be that one smart kid, the one who is always eager to learn, but even they knew that they were dying a little on the inside.

Regardless, it wasn't time to think about class, Kyle's stomach was growling up a storm, it was time to eat. Having finally surpassed the throng of people making their way to the cafeteria, Kyle managed to claim some food and the disappointment of school life set in deeper. Never in his life had he been subjected to such...slop. Sure he wasn't exactly a high class kid, he grew up on the streets and not every meal was perfect, but for a school he was literally paying thousands of dollars out of pocket for, they should maybe use some of that to get some better grub. In the middle of his musings, a hand placed firmly over his face, he was interrupted by a new presence.

Looking up he saw that girl from earlier, the one with the super intense and almost terrifying smile. Kyle wasn't exactly sure whether to be scared or not, but he was unable to make any reaction before she spoke, jutting out her right hand in the manner of a handshake.

"We met before class, remember? I'm Amity Cole, but everyone just calls me Ami. Who're you?"

Kyle blinked twice, just twice. He looked down at the girls hand, then towards his missing limb, then back at her hand. He gave somewhat of a sly grin to nothing in particular, [i]"of course she did,"[/i] he thought. He looked back at the girl's face, that emotionless mouth, those blank eyes, her monotone voice. She was everything that could ever be defined as creepy, a real living breathing robot...but. Despite not showing any emotion, she was still a human being (at least until someone proved otherwise), and someone who deserved to be treated as such. Looking back down at her hand, he decided not to inform her of her faux pas and extended his left hand, taking her right hand in his, he firmly, but gently gripped it and shook it up and down.

He cracked a smile at her and said, "Looks like somebody's been studying up on their western culture, how did you know an american would be here?" He chuckled a bit then said, "My name is Kyle Parker, its a pleasure to meet you Ms. Ami."