Aron tried to not noticeably straighten up. His pointer finger had retracted during the girl's response, leaving his hand held ready to burst open with accord.
[color=f7941d]"That'd be great. German's got'ta tie some knots before class ends."[/color]
Aron felt childish again standing next to her, [He was giddy ~ and currently kept as well as a senior teen.]
Clad in metal plates that covered his toes, his leather shoes, felt somewhat small; as though he was out-suited. His knee pads were drooped about his shins; allowing his flowing, ivory cover-pants to drop near full suspension - leaving a 6" gap of visible stockings. A few small satchels were cluttered with things he wanted to dig through to show her, as though his life story was held within their contents... they were filled with inconsequential materials.

He stepped with his right, forward almost out of sight of the door, spun 180 to look left and peek past the door into the room, and back to his right where the young lady appeared prepared to follow suit. His arms quaint but open;

[color=f7941d]"Shall we?"[/color]