The pale teen sits tucked in a window seat away from the others, holding a small item as alien here as magic is on his world. Miraculously, his smartphone made it across dimensions. And much as Tenn tells himself he's only running the battery down, using up precious hours he cannot regain by something so foreign as a wall outlet, its presence soothes him. His gaze keeps drifting to the signal bars, in lingering hope that maybe this is all an elaborate scheme.
A levitating tray and sparkle of ice in beverages has him putting the phone away into his pocket. Hm, the tray is completely level... the speed is consistent, as well. He runs a finger along the edge - no strings or wires. Reaching past, his hand touches only air. And this scent... it's lightly sweet, but not anything he can put a name to.
When someone approaches, his hand stills in the act of selecting one of the frosty glasses. "Excuse me, have you tried this?"
Rain, Rain...
Tenn had been very lucky in regard to school transfers in the past. Even when he could barely speak the language, people were quite open to and accepting of him. His looks tended to gain favor and - more notably - no one had ever pranked him on the first day of school.
Once magically whisked to the nearest building, Tenn carefully and with shaking fingers eases off his backpack to brush away the snow. His silence feels cold as a protest as his glare is directed downward, making sure his belongings are dry. With his hair plastered against his neck and eyes narrowed to slits, Tenn raises his head and focuses on what really matters.
"I would like to file a complaint with the administration regarding the conduct of the welcoming committee."
Tenn Kujo | IDOLiSH7
The pale teen sits tucked in a window seat away from the others, holding a small item as alien here as magic is on his world. Miraculously, his smartphone made it across dimensions. And much as Tenn tells himself he's only running the battery down, using up precious hours he cannot regain by something so foreign as a wall outlet, its presence soothes him. His gaze keeps drifting to the signal bars, in lingering hope that maybe this is all an elaborate scheme.
A levitating tray and sparkle of ice in beverages has him putting the phone away into his pocket. Hm, the tray is completely level... the speed is consistent, as well. He runs a finger along the edge - no strings or wires. Reaching past, his hand touches only air. And this scent... it's lightly sweet, but not anything he can put a name to.
When someone approaches, his hand stills in the act of selecting one of the frosty glasses. "Excuse me, have you tried this?"
Rain, Rain...
Tenn had been very lucky in regard to school transfers in the past. Even when he could barely speak the language, people were quite open to and accepting of him. His looks tended to gain favor and - more notably - no one had ever pranked him on the first day of school.
Once magically whisked to the nearest building, Tenn carefully and with shaking fingers eases off his backpack to brush away the snow. His silence feels cold as a protest as his glare is directed downward, making sure his belongings are dry. With his hair plastered against his neck and eyes narrowed to slits, Tenn raises his head and focuses on what really matters.
"I would like to file a complaint with the administration regarding the conduct of the welcoming committee."