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Ah, so she WAS in his grade. He wouldn't have guessed. Good thing he didn't assume. Everyone knew what happened when you assumed. It made an a** out of U and ME... Why was he thinking about this? It didn't serve any merit. But it was clever, so he must speculate upon it. Well, clever in his own mind. It wasn't like he said that to Raya. 'Oh, well, I just ASSUMED you were fourteen!' Yes, that would sound undeniably stupid. As for the second part written in her notebook, he wished she hadn't asked. Oh, explaining this would be fun. And by fun, he meant embarrassing and humiliating. He mentally sighed before beginning his explanation. "Well, it's just that--... You see, um... It's sort of... for girls, you see, and, ah... yes, boys aren't supposed to belly-dance, but I, uh... do anyway." His eyes shifted back and forth through his entire explanation, too red in the face to look Raya in the eye.

This was when normal people would arch their eyebrow at him and go, 'Ah ha, yes, well, anyway, gotta go, bye!' and run in the opposite direction. It wasn't how he made friends. But he loved doing it! In class everyone knew him and gave him hugs, especially that one little old lady who always told him to eat more, and then would supply him with more cookies than one person could EVER eat. Kaisayne loved wearing the clothes, too; the jingly sashes were his favorite part. If it jangled, it attracted him, hence the coined slave bracelets, anklets, face veil... yes, jingling was most fun. Performing at renaissance faires was the best part of the job. No matter what you did, everyone loved you. When the teenybopper ladies hit on you, you know you did your job most well. ...Well, Raya hadn't run away yet, so hopefully she wouldn't. Most people associated male dancers with homo, and of course all homos must be shunned from society. Stupid social standards.

Kaisayne's honey-colored eyes lit up dramatically when he read what Raya wrote. She didn't reject him! Not only did she not mind his hobby, but she thought it was wonderful! Oh, what a happy day. There needed to be more people like her in the world, definitely. He smiled widely like she did, doing a little jig in place to show his happiness. This was how you made friends, right? Doing jigs for them? Of course. Oh, yes, she wrote something else there. Hm. Well, she had been looking at his mouth, be he assumed that was because she was seeing what he was saying since she couldn't hear and all. "Ah, so it doesn't freak you out when I do this?" he asked wryly with a smirk, doing a quick hip shimmy that made the keys hanging from his belt loop and his wallet chain jangle satisfactorily.

It took him a minute to realize she had written something else in teeny writing. He suddenly felt foolish for shimmying just then. She was asking him out. Friends went out all the time, right? That's what they did! Saw movies, go to the zoo, go shopping... He enjoyed all those things! He'd done the same things with groups of friends before, and knew it to be much good fun. So why pass up the opportunity? Why, he wouldn't, that's what! He wondered what kinds of things Raya liked to do. No! Stop thinking! he admonished himself. "Sure! Dates are always fun!" he enthused, putting his hands together happily. "What would you like to do? I'm fine with anything. Well, most anything. Can't say watching dog races would be too appealing, but I didn't think seeing dog races would be your kind of thing. Guess I wouldn't know, though. S'not like I asked. Well, I just did, but I didn't ask any time before this, so, I guess I better shut up and let you answer." He smiled, his mind reeling with all the fun possibilities.

(( Stupid real life. I was trying to type this and get it sent like, five hours ago, but then I was kidnapped because I forgot I had teen court tonight. crying ))

Now Kaisayne was at a loss. He had no idea what they could do that would entertain Raya. What didn't require speaking and hearing? ...Well, that basically left food. Which was good, because Kaisayne liked food. Much unlike his brother, he wasn't picky, and could (and would) eat anything. He recalled one time getting locked out of his house, which was of course the day his parents and Eyse were at a parent-teacher conference and the day his phone died. He'd been walking around forlornly until he saw one of his classmates, not exactly a friend, but friendly enough, and had said something along the lines of, 'I'll do anything you ask, just feed me!' Yes, that hadn't turned out good.

"Well, I can take ya to dinner!" he suggested. "I can't drive, but there's a pizza place within walking distance. If you want to, that is. Not everyone likes pizza, but it has other stuff, too, like spaghetti. Come to think of it, I think it's a general Italian place. So I guess anything Italian. It's not fancy or nothin', but it's nice. The owner always mixes me up with my twin, though. It's kind of annoying, but I guess it's to be expected. Ah, well. D'ya wanna go?" he asked finally, ending his musings.