[center]Kyle[/center]

Kyle was, at this point, really getting sick of this shit and would have lashed out at the student were it not for 3 things. First, the student continued to speak without skipping a beat, second, the sorry state he was currently in cleaning up some sort of...rice meat grub, it gave him somewhat of a pause. The third though and most importantly, this dude just spoke in fluent English. This definitive thing made Kyle stop completely in his tracks, blink a couple of times and any form of ill omen and anger suddenly vanished in the strange state of confusion to realization. Looking upon this student...he really was in a sad sort of situation, not even able to properly grip with his.... make that 4 things. Something else did click though, he 'spooked' a student, didn't that sound fucking familiar, [i]"maybe he's in a similar boat as me? Then again I haven't heard anything about a vengeful lobster in school...god I'm a horrible person..."[/i] All in all though, he should probably help the guy out.

Sighing Kyle made his way over and squatted down next to the student [b]"look... you have more limbs to work with than I do, I'll grip the pan, you sweep the mess, deal?"[/b] It was a weird feeling, using English again to actually have a conversation and not just as a way to vent a little. While the words themselves could have formed something akin to a joke, the tone used was too serious for it; Kyle figured he still wasn't in the best of moods yet.