[center][h3]Chamoisee Lacaune[/h3][/center]
Chami remained quiet as he felt the familiar lurch of machinery ooze through the ship as it got underway. Despite his method of choice for hunting, the faunus never cared for flying. There was something wholly unnatural about standing in a floating metal tube with the (considerably unlikely) risk of falling and killing surely everyone on board in a horrific fireball of unescapable agony that made him slightly anxious whenever he was forced into travel. 

His fellow students had also not put him in a much better mood. His warm and welcoming personality had gone over about as well as a nuclear holocaust, resulting in the seats adjacent to him being empty…save for one, across the aisle from him. He silently stews for a few moments, trying to think of situationaly appropriate small talk as he glares holes into the head rest of the seat in front of him. Vaguely he remembers reading one time that compliments are a great way to break the ice. [color=cec34a]"Nice….coat."[/color] He offers suddenly and slightly louder than he intended. [color=cec34a]“Looks…warm?...”[/color] he offers weakly after a moment. Chamoisee Lacaune, ace small talk extraordinaire.

[@CadenGallic]