The tall, thin boy was quick to arrive in the vast commons, as his legs were quick to carry him. He glanced round the bare hallways, wondering why there were hardly any other students to be seen. “Must be b’fore school, yet...” he mumbled to himself, evading a third yawn. As he trailed toward the commons he found a little white flower on one of the tables. He gently picked it up and inspected its broken stem. A kind, secret smile spread over his lips and he put it in to his hoodie’s pocket. “Right then... wot wos I doin..?” With abrupt displacement and confused location entering his distracted mind, he turned on his heel to walk the other direction, oblivious of what was in his path. 
Having the wind suddenly knocked out of him, he looked at who he’d collided with. His eyes met apologetic ones and then shifted quickly to the girl’s. “Er... s’rry ‘bout that. I wosn’t look’n where I wos goin...” he stated defencively, wondering who these new students were in the back of his mind, though he didn’t want to bother them any more than he had already. He motioned to walk away, though he kept his vision on the girl’s brown eyes.
An eyebrow rose. “Eh... wot?” He lifted a finger as if to ask what was being referred to, but then replied; “They look black, yeh? Cos’a car accidents... they’re there, but... kinda like... ehm, secretly, yeh?” He stifled his soft laughter and continued, “That’s just the way me eyes look.” He let his hand fall to his side and looked from the blonde to the girl again. “Are you new here, er summink?”
He seemed to be struck by an epiphany and looked back to Paris. “Time...? Oh yeah, I wos doin the same!” He pulled his bag closer with the shoulder straps and his right sleeve pulled back to reveal a brown wristwatch. “Anyway, I’m 2D... an you are..?” He looked to the dark haired girl again.
