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As Kieran stormed towards the exits, he didn't expect to be stopped. Certainly not via the cutesy tap to the shoulder, and if anyone was going to do that, he didn't expect it to be anyone other than Lottie. Maybe Mac if she was feeling good about herself. Definitely not... whoever this person was. He didn't recognize her instantly. The sunglasses weren't helping matters.

Apparently she didn't know him either. Not judging from that introduction, it was clear. She knew what sport he played at least, but that wasn't going to be a tough ask of anyone who got a look at the hockey hair. But the blonde was going to speak for the water fountains since they had no voice, and say that Kieran should have a healthier method of releasing the anger he felt over the absolute bullshit situation that the entire class was put into.

It was also a little weird, to be honest. There were things clarified that did not need to be clarified. But she was offering somewhere to be that wasn't steaming mad on the way out to the apartment, because hell if Kieran was going to stick around until 1pm for his first class with this useless cloud hanging over him.

[color=87b5eb]"I guess it'll be a lot easier than finding more things to scupper,"[/color] he admitted. Looking back at the still-running water fountain was making him thirsty. [color=87b5eb]"But I'm definitely not the musician in the family. That'd be my older sister. So fair warning, if you're offering me a drum set, I'm not going to be any kind of Neil Peart on there. Also, you can call me Kieran, since that's probably easier than "random hockey guy who's name starts with K."[/color]

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