Xiro Zean
Sloth
School Days
Shen took a deep breath of the brisk morning air. He was surprisingly energetic for someone who, by all accounts, should've been jet-lagged on an unprecedented scale. He'd woken up quite early as well in order to practice his forms to build up energy before classes. And now he was trodding along the snowy path towards the classroom until, lo and behold, he finally arrived at the school building proper. The building, like pretty much everything else on campus, was unlike anything Shen had seen in the mountains, as demonstrated by the fact that he spent at least ten minutes walking in and out of the automatic sliding doors when he was going to the dorms last night.
Not that that was relevant in any way to how he entered the classroom. Like any normal student, he stepped into the doorway, surveyed the classroom, and picked out a random seat. The teacher looked to be a peculiar tentacle monster of some sort. Frankly, this mildly terrified Shen, as the things he'd heard about tentacles were Not Good Things. Fortunately, it seemed that whatever the rumored Not Good Things were, were not to occur this day. Or at least, Shen didn't think they would.
Shen patiently watched the introductions of his fellow students. The multiculturalism here was astounding - there were even two fellow Asians that he'd have to talk to sometime later, and even a rock person! - and it was clear that they were all exceptional individuals in their own right. Hopefully he'd be able to measure up. Eventually it was his turn called up, so Shen waltzed up to the front of the class and began his introduction.
"I am Huanglong Fai, heir to the House Huanglong, from the Earth nation of China," Shen began, thinking a bit on what else to say. Compared to some of the others, he'd say his wasn't too pompous. "...And my favorite color is blue." Yes, that worked. It was simple, it was effective, it was adequate enough to work to his advantage. That said, he returned to his seat to watch the other introductions before listening to teacher exposition for the rest of the morning.
The lunch bell rang out, signalling the end of the first half of their day. The aforementioned Not Good Things did not happen - or maybe they did, it was a bit fuzzy to him as to what exactly the Not Good Things were - so at least he could take solace in that fact. All in all, he had to say it had been a good morning indeed.
As for lunch, apparently they were supposed to use this astoundingly technological menu to order? Shen looked over the names and the needlessly flowery descriptions of food, and stabbed at the drink called a 'Soda - Spright' and then at the food item known as 'Chocolate-Covered, Bacon-Wrapped Deep Fried Twinkie Donut'. Both things that he's neither heard of nor seen, but from the vague description, seemed to be a drink that was not hard and a delicacy of some sort, respectively.
His arteries would be regretting that last choice later.
Shen's order arrived, carried by a goblin manservant. He had to admit, the food choice was much more peculiar than he'd thought. Was this really what was eaten in the outside world? He tilted his head and took a tentative bite.
It was... Unique, to say the least. But even as a complete foreigner, he was pretty sure that this was not a very healthy meal. He could practically feel all the strange, unnatural substances flowing through his body. Nevertheless, he got himself into this, and now he was going to get himself out. Bite after sugary, heart-attack-inducing bite.
And eventually he'd conquered it. He'd defeated that food with a lengthy name completely and utterly. Shen leaned back into his seat, an expression of horror(?) on his face. He sat like that for a few moments before standing up after a long exhale. He'd completed the first objective of lunch hour, now for the second...
"Nǐ hǎo yàzhōu tóngbāo! Zěnme qù ma?" Shen asked the boy, Yinyues Varren, a look of giddy excitement about the Chinese Geomancer. He opened his mouth to say more before realizing that there was no confirmation as to this young fellow's Asian heritage apart from the last name. "Děngdài... Nǐ shuō zhōngguó huà?" he asked, tilting his head, "Do you speak Chinese, friend?"