Tension, confusion, hyper awareness. All of these feelings were running rampant all throughout Kyle. He himself made the decision to make himself a part of this group, even while unaware of the supernatural tug pulling him towards his classmates. He himself wanted to come out of his shell in some small way by following after this current group, even though not a single cell in his body truly wanted to interact with others. All he really wanted to do was see if he had missed anything important in class for his education may not have entirely depended on it but if history is anything to pay attention to even the small details matter. Kyle appreciated that he was welcomed easily enough, in Kyles head he had given himself plenty of reasons why they would not be as kind as they were. No matter how kind they were, Kyle could not shake that indescribable sensation that flowed throughout his entire being that he was not going to be welcomed soon enough. Within moments of entering the shop Kyle had pinpointed every point of entrance and every exit within sight of the customer side of the shop. If need be he could escape any situation that may arise or simply walk away if he wanted to. Kyle took his seat near the edge of the table closest to the walkway and put his binder and bottle in his lap.

Thank you but I...I would prefer water. No ice. Kyles face was not filled with glee nor sadness, anger nor stiffness. If anything his expression was blank. Some might confuse it with some other emotion, but how can one correctly display emotionlessness or rather how do you display an emotion you truly do not feel. Have not felt in years. Numbness was his ally, it kept his secrets and kept his thoughts private. Thank you, Kyle said to Kalama. Kyle wanted to speak up and ask to see if anyone would compare notes with him but he could not move his mouth to speak at the idea of having to....socialize. It was what he was here to do and he was already failing. Mentally Kyle smacked himself, thinking how pathetic he was. He wasn't nervous or scared, not really. These people seemed very nice in fact. The others were beginning to exchange notes or at least offer to and were making small talk. Kyle grabbed his right wrist with his left hand underneath the table and squeezed himself with a fair amount of pressure. Using his muscles in his body was easier than using the muscles in his mouth to speak. When the piece of paper with peoples numbers were being written on was passed to him Kyle pulled out his pen, but paused before writing anything.

Did he want everyone to have this type of information on him? Did he want to give out his cell number, only to not be invited again because he did something weird or silly? Was it worth the risk? Kyle rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, his muscles clearly evident through his long sleeve shirt. He became slightly over himself, thinking on how dumb this was. Of course they wouldn't want to do this with him again, he was nothing and no one so what did it hurt. He wrote his real cell number down and passed along the paper.

When the newest addition joined the group, and used her phone to communicate with the others, Kyle solemnly nodded towards her. This was his chance! He missed out on conversating at first but with a new addition he had an excuse to say something first. He would not waste this, Kyle knew he needed to seize the moment or just go home. Kyle raised his binder from his lap and opened it on the table. When he spoke he spoke to her and to everyone else. I....have notes. I took them....obviously....I believe I got most of the lesson but I may have missed a few sentences. Kyles notes, he believed, were pretty decent. He hadn't looked at the others notes yet but he believed his hand writing was legible and his notes were in order. Kyle believed in being one hundred percent prepared so just to be safe he wrote down everything that was said in the order it was said, with breaks in paragraphs for pauses and such. If anyone wants to....I mean....you know look at them....you guys can. Kyle took a sip of his drink and tried to meet everyone's eyes that looked at him as he spoke. Thankfully, while he speak not slowly but somewhat unwillingly and maybe even a little awkwardly, he could keep all of his personal thoughts and feelings to himself. Kyle assumed for the rest of the time spent with the group he would spend listening rather than talking which is what he preferred.

That's when the first of many unusual events began to unfold due to Kyle. While he preferred to listen rather than speak, since a new arrival had joined and he had taken his chance to speak he believed why not continue? The class was...pretty easy huh? Kind of boring? He spoke to everyone in the group but when he focused his words on a single individual, Elysia, A weird feeling overcame Kyles entire body, a new sensation he had never felt before. If he had not been so hyper focused he probably would have missed it. Doesn't it make you happy that class wasn't very long? I doubt I could have stayed awake too much longer.

This would be the very first case while in college of Kyle using his hidden power of Emotional Suggestion. Unintentional of course, and not in any way dangerous at least this time. Kyle suddenly felt a sharp pain behind his left eye, almost making him wince from the pain. Kyle held his composure nearly perfectly, having felt far far worse physical pain before. He had meant to speak to everyone both times but when he felt that weird sensation he suddenly felt pulled to speak to a single induvial, which had happened to be the closest person to himself.

Elysia. Kyle believed it was possible that she was similar to himself, in the way that they both would rather keep to themselves.
She would seemed to speak through her electronic, yet she bared not a single scar or any type of physical injury to the neck or throat area. Her lips.....Kyle rolled his own eyes, forgetting he was around people when having these thoughts that he kept to himself, AND remembered that he would rather be alone most of the time he himself could not deny that he still was human. Her lips showed no sign of injury either so it was possible, Kyle concluded, that the reason why she used her electronic to speak rather than using her voice was due to a purely personal reasons. Maybe she didn't like people either? Kyle sighed to himself. Kyle reminded himself mentally not everyone is like him. He was curious as to what she was drawing though. Since she was sitting next to him would it be rude to peer?

Val. Kyle almost dismissed her right away due to her origin. The clear and distinct Russian traits that shined brightly like a diamond that is her face we're almost a sight that made Kyle turn. It isn't as if there really truly was a specific reason for Kyle to wish to get away from the Russian as soon as possible, Kyle had previous encounters with the Russians during his time in the army. True battle and Hell was not unfamiliar to Kyle and more than once it was the face of a Russian that had been attempting to send Kyle to true Hell. Kyle knew that individuals we're not to be hated for their country mans actions, especially military ones when she was just a civilian. As was himself now, Kyle had to remind himself mentally. He could not shake the feeling of distrusts though. She simply....seemed too....well she was a giant freaking puppy and there was no way, in Kyles mind, that an athletic Russian wasn't up to something. Kyle made a mental note that he would need to make mental notes on her activity and jog them down later. Even better, Kyle believed if he truly meant it when hen decided he wanted to try being social again even if it was just a little then the answer was obvious. He needed to workout and she most definitely did. A good workout together would show her true colors. Or at least show him the kind of person Val was hiding. Much harder to pretend while trying to hold something heavy or out of breath With workout equipment or during a long run.

Kalama. Rowan. Sweet as sugar.....and sweet as a grape. Kalama was just so simply full of energy and enthusiasm that Kyle refused to have an opinion of her. In the nicest way possible. He simply thought that he should wait to learn more about her, at a later time. After all he wasn't psychic or anything. Kyle used his right index finger and thumb to rub the base of his nose, a type of tell or tick he had. It wasn't anything serious. Just something he ended up doing by seeing another do so. Rowan was....nice as well. It was clear through a toned body, specific muscles that were more worked out than others, and just overall posture and swagger that he had military training. If he had to guess....He would guess first Navy, then Marine if wrong. Kyle could also see Rowan was like him in a way, in the way that meant he had seen or done something he would rather not have. Obviously he wouldn't know what until he asked.....but Kyle didn't truly care one way or another. The way his niceness was on display clearly meant they coped in different ways, Kyle prayed they wouldn't be roommates. Kyle then realized he had not been to his dorm yet, since it was only that he had to move out of his apartment by today. Kyle believed saving money was important since he didn't have a job.

Caleb. Seemed like a fighter. Kind of like a douche. But not an overall horrible man. Kyle has met plenty of self made men who act exactly like Caleb, and Kyle could appreciate anyone who took their life in the direction they themselves wanted. Again, this person seemed like if Kyle was ever in the mood to spar Caleb would be a perfect sparring partner. Kyle hated fighting with a passion but even he had to admit that hitting something could feel good on occasion.

Kyle squeezed his right fist closed, jolting Kyle out of his own thoughts. So far everyone had been friendly in their own way and it also seemed like everyone had been wanting to stay a group. Kyle could feel the pull beneath his very ribs, the allure of these people and what this group could mean for him and what it would represent. NO! This also felt very wrong to Kyle, the pull and the allure, the easiness that came to be to simply meld with the group. He had not felt an urge to be in a group like this for a long time, and he refused to believe that this was something natural. The weird dreams, the strange headache, this magical yet indescribable sensation he felt disturbed Kyle greatly. They were classmates sure, but they weren't the entire class and they all were very different from each other. It truly was unnatural. Suddenly without a sound Kyle right nostril let out a single bead of blood that spilled down to his upper lip but did not drip. Kyle felt incredibly pissed off, at himself, at the group, at anything really. His body tensed up and his face showed clear unpleasant discomfort, and as he spoke now to the whole group Kyle kept his hands on the top of his knees. I'm going to take a moment to speak. Sorry for interrupting, but doesn't anyone else here question this? Isn't anyone else here concerned, or alarmed, that complete strangers just happen to... Kyle stopped midsentence, there was a pain behind his right eye again and his left eye, and he finally noticed his nose. Kyle quickly used a napkin to wipe his nose, somewhat embarrassed but holding steadfast to his opinion. His head felt like a warm oven but Kyle persevered.

With his sudden burst of anger now passing and exiting his body, a flood of contempt with himself replaced what he had been feeling. It isn't as if he had suddenly yelled or made a scene, but speaking up so suddenly and in a loud enough voice to be heard by all was something unfamiliar to Kyle. Little did he know however he had used his power to Suggest the feelings of concern or alarm to appear in those who heard him. Or at least those within his range and who could be affected. After a few silent moments and a swig of water Kyle continued.

I'm sorry if I startled anyone, it's just.......well......look I know we all just met but.....well..., Kyle sighed already over his inability to speak socially, Look...I've been having dreams I can barely remember. I..I have had this weird knot in my chest..since basically class started. I am a man of logic and reason and weird shi...stuff keeps happening. So at this point, I am willing to believe...that...at least..at least one of you guys have been experiencing something similar. Please tell me I am crazy.

Kyles could almost believe there was a legit oven that had been yeeted into his skull at this point. The only reason Kyle could sit upright at the moment was due to his sheer military powered will and the fact that he kept insulting himself mentally to keep himself from showing too much pain on his face. He truly believed that this group had done nothing wrong but it was time to get to the bottom of this. Kyle believed with all his heart something weird was happening, but if he was wrong and was dismissed from the group as he deserved he could simply leave and act like it never happened. Kyle settled his thoughts and finished speaking, curious as to what was going to happen next.