The mall wasn't the most exiting place if you asked him, particularly when his friend only really wanted to be there in order to schmooze with the popular kids from school. Zasha didn't particularly have any interest with impressing other people, which was pretty evident from the sneakers, track pants, and baggy green hoody. It wasn't quite cold enough for the hoody, but they were cozy enough to put up with being a little on the warm side. Plus, he liked this one since it had a picture of a cartoony frog on the front. While Josh was doing his thing though, he was just window shopping and generally chilling out. Every now and then they'd exchange in small talk, but at the moment the football player was off attempting to insert himself in a group of nearby mall rats hanging out at the tables nearby. 

He idly fiddled with a strand of his hair, twirling it end over end in one hand. Someone walked past him with a plate of plain pepperoni pizza, and thoughtful frown formed on his face. Speaking up suddenly, he offered some entirely unsolicited advice to the pizza-holders bewilderment.

[color=#770DE1] "Pepperoni is bland, at least add some peppercorn or dip it in ranch, dude." [/color] 

After a moment to register what he'd said, the person simply shrugged before continuing on their way to a table. Zasha just gave a small shake of his head at his advice being ignored. Alas, if people wanted to eat bland pizza, there wasn't much he could do about it. He turned his attention back to the crowd, and almost immediately his gaze fell upon a pair of familiar faces. Funnily enough, they weren't far off from where Josh was schmoozing it up. Ceasing the twirling of the strand of hair between his fingers, he hopped off the small dividing railing between the tables and the rest of the mall.

Putting a hand on a chair at their table, he gave a friendly greeting.

[color=#770DE1] "Hey, Kim'n'Clay!" [/color] 

As he pulled the chair out to sit down, he paused and cocked his head to the side in thought. 

[color=#770DE1] "Heh, sounds like a sitcom don't it?" [/color]

That said, he plopped himself down in the chair after twisting it around so it faced slightly away from the table. Not having to worry about the height of the table now, he propped one of his legs up across the other. The hand that had been fiddling with a strand of hair before went to fiddle with the loops of the strings of his sneakers instead. Normally he'd lean back and put his feet up, but he didn't trust the tile floor. It was deceptively slippery, and he'd already busted his ass on it from doing that once before. He gave the female of the two a wide, playful smirk directed at the glittery lip gloss that had smudged onto her teeth.

[color=#770DE1] "The twins replace your cheerios with glitter again, Kimmy?" [/color]

From what he knew of them, which was admittedly little, that didn't sound too out of character to be honest. That wasn't the point though, as friendly banter need not be steeped in serious reality.