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Kyu Jin cringed as a boy about his age --maybe a little older-- burst onto the scene, loudly apologizing before... oh God, he couldn't be...

The hyperactive boy approached the group Meg had beckoned him into, starting to fawn over the robot Meg had in her hands. He spoke in very fast Japanese, which was a little hard for Kyu Jin to understand. Even though he was fluent in Japanese, it was still only his second language and he preferred it when people spoke slowly and clearly, instead of this boy's garbled mess of speech. 

By the time the boy had left the group to go apologize directly to the teacher, Kyu Jin was still reeling from the interaction. He could feel himself almost getting nauseous, his heart pounding in his chest as though he'd just been jumped. He had no idea what to make of that little encounter. He bit hard into his lip, trying to maintain a blank facial expression, but it was very difficult. He wanted to leave, before the situation got any more intense and he had an anxiety attack in front of the whole class. He wouldn't allow that to happen. Not on his life. 

Kyu Jin looked back to Meg, his head tilted slightly and one eyebrow raised. "Did you know him?" He asked in Japanese, his voice sounding a bit strained, as he was trying very hard not to sound anxious.