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

Crash had given up trying to play basketball...he had been doing fine until he almost knocked some poor girl out. “You sure your head is going to be ok?” He asked, worry apparent in his face as he opened the door to the cafeteria, raising an eyebrow at her as she nodded very quickly trying to shift the conversation back to his scar. He rubbed the back of his neck, holding the door for her as she walked through...he was unaccustomed to this, he had a theory as to why she had been chewing his ear off on the walk here. [i]...I don’t get it...does she think I know Criston? Or maybe its Cyrus? Should I just tell her straight off the bat I don’t[/i] The worry had shifted from his face now, he looked more perplexed now and even his smile was suffering from the onslaught of her words. [i]If I can get a word in edge ways...I wonder how Kathy’s holding up today? And Zivon...I don’t want to know what happened to him last night. Hope Oona’s ok as well...[/i] 

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt her fingers press against his pectoral muscle. [i]And again with the touching...[/i] “Right...well if you’re sure you’re ok, I should really be going...” At that moment he noticed Kathy sat at a table over from them. [i]Thank you fate[/i] “Great chatting, see you around...” He smiled, stepping back from her touch and saluting before moving over to Kathy’s table. “Hey stranger” He greeted her with a grin, sinking into a chair next to her without invitation exhaling when the talkative girl left. [i]My brain can rest [/i] “How are you doing today?” He asked her, his eyes resting on her hand as he spoke, before flickering back up to her face.