[b][u]Crash[/b][/u]

Crash watched Kathy’s attempt at indifference, cocking an eyebrow as a slight blush spread across her cheeks. He bit his lip thoughtfully as he listened to what she had to say, he looked indecisive. “I...can’t honestly answer that” He frowned after a moment of thought, which for him was 5 minutes worth of musing. Shaking off his thought process he grabbed for a glass of tropical juice and took a hearty glug from it, smile tweaking at the corners of his mouth as Kathy begun to speak again. “Thanks that would be appreciated. My internal GPS doesn't work all too well these days” Crash explained. “Too many hits to the noggin” He finished, with another cheeky grin. 

He looked really taken aback as Kathy almost choked on her food, lifting a hand in an offer to pat her on the back when she grabbed a glass of milk and chugged it back in record timing. He couldn’t suppress a laugh at that, a person choking wasn’t funny but that was done with the right level of comedy. He listened to what she was saying, leaning his arm on the table as he took another sip from his glass of juice before putting it back down on the table...carefully. “Point for correct observation on my part” He grinned at her. “Ah, he’s the one who announced the party? I’d kind of blanked on that” He admitted looking a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, he huffed animatedly. “Aww...school politics, I hate school politics” He complained, though it was hard to tell if he meant it because of that damn smile he wore. 

He glanced sidelong as he felt someone’s gaze on him, catching Criston look in his direction before seemingly choking back a laugh. He raised an eyebrow at him, and almost instinctively looked down at his chest. [i]Crap, please tell me I haven’t spilled stuff down me...not today[/i] He sighed in relief when he was sure his shirt was clean, his eyes jumping up to rest on the not Criston at the table as he addressed the pair of them. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, humor instantly seeping into his expression at the jest at his expense. He glanced back at Kathy as she answered first, holding back until she had introduced herself . A slight chuckle making his shoulders shake as he suppressed it, when she had turned back to her waffles he looked up at the guy. 

“Besides clumsy? Ah, that’s a difficult one...erm tall, smart, charming and genuinely lucky in the looks department” He answered Cyrus, with a cheeky yet sincere smile. “Though Crash would probably be less of a mouthful” He quickly followed up, raising an eyebrow as he watched the white haired man shovel his food into his face with purpose, before somehow projecting his tray to the other side of the room and turning back to Criston without even offering his name. “You want to drop an introduction? Or shall I refer to you as ‘Awesome tray throwing dude’ or ‘The doppleganger’?” Crash interrupted Cyrus and Criston. It was becoming more obvious that his social skills sucked and he wasn’t aware he was being rude. He turned back to Kathy as she pushed a plate towards him, looking down at the plate curiously, cutting himself off a small mouthful and doing as suggested, after the initial bite he was inclined to agree with her. “Cafeteria food isn’t normally this good...this place already seems pretty great” Crash decided on saying, though he didn’t continue to eat the waffles. “What classes are you down for?” He asked Kathy, eager to return to a normal route of conversation.