Dakota did his best to fill the time before the meeting began with idle banter. "I really only picked biochem as my major because my loser parents made me. I'm totally considering switching to fashion behind their backs. I think I would be super at it!" He chimed to no one in particular. He made a point to be the loudest and liveliest person in the room. It was kind of a contest to him. A contest he took pride in always winning. Unfortunately the girl Faeya was also being rather rambunctious. Something about it rubbed Dakota the wrong way, but of course he tried not to judge. He was often the target of such judgement himself. He glanced towards the back again, at the boy with pointy ears. He was attempting to make conversation with a another timid-looking boy with glasses. Timid bored him. But that other boy... Dakota knew he wasn't here for this, but the edgy, condescending look on that boy's face, sparked a familiar feeling in him. He was hungry. He began to drift his way over.